Motives ft. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b Lyrics

Your movement is making four rights, more at home with the four eyes

Close encounters of Fourth kind who's more at home with the sword slice

People saying I'm too nice, circle the globe in 2 nights

Clip so long that the gat look like a boom mic

Whoo baby you too right, do right by the sound guy,

Too too fly, no fly list, baggage overnight tho

The x is where the shovel hit, jewlery like what's under it

Ask real ones stand up hear pin drop

Smacking soles like heels of flip flops

Wakes turn pit mosh, Yall hit dance for tik tok I just make this hip hop

Diamond wrist watch, I blow bags with no anxiety

If you know me, you know I'm lying bad, but who's trying me

None that I can see, stay about two yards from me

I'll flame you like pottery, you next to opp in the glossary

The house phone can no longer make outward calls

Talk is cheap and Im an outlet mall, drown em all

I believe the end is here for certain

I believe the ends already here

Stop thinkin' you opposite of all the fear and tension

Yous regressing, you the villain and the only one objecting

Yous a bitch and yous a liar and your powers ain't impressive

See you stand before a God I'm the kind that omnipresent

So I've seen you and I hear you and I know you as a bitch and see

I've done more then the old you and the new you fucking mixed

Man you sheep dressed like a wolf, your self deception makes me sick

You split your soul in 7 parts, you go Tom Riddle with the stick

You lose your focus when I'm present, cause my focus stay impressive

Ya I was born to do this shit to me you just second banana

Im the pick amongst the pack, the pinicle is where I rest

I wax poetic with best

Of those who ever took a breath of Psychic Kids

My cup runneth over, never had any closure

Exposure to cold events left my heart perma-frozen

Flip flopping get you burned and tossed right in the stove

I'm just tryna get what's earned and split it up like I was Hova

Cause these dudes don't even know us, but they steady tryna show us

They Ulterior motives cause they think that we won't notice

Think this my magnum opus way we swarm the track like locusts

Yeah we famished and we feasting but we ain't ever losing focus

We smear you on the pavement, if you fucking with the payment

I don't listen to no statements, if you out then you aint safe

If you out, then ya done, this is art of war, Tsun

Szu with an fucking uzi sound like banging war drums

Cause it's battle time homie, I aint making no more songs

Just some battle cries homie, cut you off like this was tron

Yeah you got it all wrong, you don't listen when I speak

It aint a matter of opinion that yo shit be sounding weak