Power Motivated Lyrics

Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat

Brunch Klub music

Oh, oh, spot him then I got him

He was flexin' too hard, I had to get it out him

A.I. got the answer if you got a problem

Niggas ain't gon' show me love, I was at the bottom

Now ,now, now I'm ballin' like a nigga made it to the league

Catch him lackin' with the bitch, he like, Mr. Please

Nigga, it's a free for all, we ain't on no teams

Like your deadbeat daddy, bitch, I'm sellin' dreams

He think he hella hard, he bout' to get some wings

I ain't really had no rings, Sacramento Kings

Then I got a taste, Sonic turned to a fiend

Man, these niggas ain't loyal, they be switchin' teams

You know Vintage, keep it clean, PG-13

I got stains in my jeans, standin' in the green

You can duck the rain drops, but you can't duck these bullets

All that stuntin' when I see you, bitch, you better pull it

You told me what you gon' do me when you know you with it

I know you really wish you could, but you know you can't

I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank

I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank

Catch me slidin' out the bitty, tryin' to get to that paper

I don't want no handouts, so don't ask me no favors

Man, the system like suicide, yeah, I gotta do or die

You can never ask me why, I will never testify

Yeah, I spit that pesticide, better stay up in your lane

Niggas change like the season, sold his soul for the fame

Me, I'm in the kitchen, just cookin' like I'm Snoop and Betty

I had to cut off my schedule, cause I don't do petty

Niggas ain't ready, bout' to blow up like the fuckin' levee

I'm smokin' heavy, what's in my blood, this ain't no Reggie

Niggas, it's scary, I can see through you, you bulletproof

You know I'm sick, coronavirus, chicken noodle soup

Nigga got six kids, fucked around, copped a coupe

Two, three, sneak this, we was at your roof

I was duggin' in the booth, sergeant to the troops

You know it's in my bloodline, fuck that shit, do

Yeah, this power motivated, I ain't talkin' 50

Nigga gotta keep that blicky, cause this shit was sticky

He was goin' to the pros, now that nigga Ricky

Rest in peace to my uncle, died sippin' Mickey's

Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile

Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile

Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down

Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down

Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile

Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile

No, I can't even crack a smile