MOTIVATION Lyrics

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Every song I do is a feature, I just be God's vessel

Careful conception, I birth the sound of the Promise Land

Today can make good on promises that tomorrow can't

Nomadic soul, so it's lessons I learned from ancient man

Like work your craft, move with a like-minded pack

Take off them rose-colored glasses ain't no good luck comin' back

We used to overconsumption, I know the power of fast uh

Be one with your inner mystic, know trouble will pass

Cause Ego is the enemy, success is often poison

Huntin' for solace, the world is often way too noisy

On a search for truth, I know the world becomes my oyster

I pick apart myself and put it out for your enjoyment

Too much dark energy, who gon' bring to the light

Poke through my own insecurities, wit' the shit that I write

Angels are partial if you respect they intuition uh

Keen to it Holy and these the gifts that I was given

I ain't suffering from Soul Loss, I'm up til I doze off

It run deep as I proceed, approach my peak like a pole vault

Dance with the Devil & you gon' fuck up your rhythm

Lil mama gon nourish me so I do know how to pick 'em

Be sure to burn my work before you ever come & get me

Karma is a bitch, know Evil Eye from Chakra Six

Precise with my praise, like to tell you what time it is

Pray for solitude, you know I stay up out the mix

I'm lightyears ahead, dis shit the patchwork of The Cosmos

A verse a three-round burst, I usually spit that Semi-auto

My soul's forever mine but my body is surely borrowed

Competing with self but ain't scared of Mono y Mono

This is my motivation yeah

This is my motivation yeah uh

This is the shit that add the fuel to the fire

It's the things that keep me up when I'm closing my eye oh oh uh

Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhh

Ohhh

Motivation yeah

Cathartic Alchemy, it's magic when I purge it out

We ain't the same, nigga I blew up off that word of mouth

I'm wit' a bad German bitch, nigga eatin' Sauerkraut

Miscounted steps nigga, I still got plans to hurdle Wow

My mama disappointed, 50 Bands inside my mouth

My money sittin' in a Off-Shore bank account

He in the field with no reception, ran a lazy route

Don't shoot me the skinny, ain't trynna hear the run-around

You lost this time my nigga, think that you should bow it out

Trot out the fire, and you know we did it triumphantly

I cannot speak on the niggas that's standing under me

Act like you feel me, I know you just need some company

Say "fuck her daddy" so the feelings transfer onto me

We all got shadows, it's the shit that's laying underneath

Pessimistic arrogance, They all got a motive to me

They say my windows closing, but the door is cracked open for me

I'm a Butterfly, I just decided to eat my Cocoon

I really lost my uncle, I ain't seen your face in many moons

We can't relate to one's whose brought up off that Silver Spoon, 45 and child-like

That shit sound like a Looney Tune

I keep a rubber cuz she know that my pockets balloon

Mind full of it all it's a purpose for all that I consume

This is my motivation yeah

This is my motivation yeah uh

This is the shit that add the fuel to the fire

It's the things that keep me up when I'm closing my eye oh oh uh

Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhh

Ohhh

Motivation yeah

I see that life is a game that most people play to lose

Sometimes it's smart for a wise nigga to play the fool

I see the hate on their faces, I like to play it cool

I'm in this bitch wit some niggas that like to bend the rules

When they get caught in a pickle, they like to pick and choose

Just blew a bag on some Christian Loubitin Tennis Shoes

Quit asking questions goddamn it feel like an interview

Can't fall in love wit no thottie 'cause she done fucked the crew

Can't pick up the phone, I think my text-style better

Read 'em and weep, a whole different lexile level

They only down for the ride when they see it's beneficial

I'll never trip off some petty shit, I control my temper

My dawg too solid, I know that I'll never go against 'em

Check the integrity, all them niggas that's rolling with 'em

Ou Ou

He in the field call 'em Emmit keep 'em a Deuce-Deuce

He on the Gram wit' a Drake? That nigga Passionfruit

I bet you want to know if I'm That nigga, better ask a few

You wanna know if I'm that nigga? Check my track record

Big Papi, got rich off Kane, No Half Steppin'

I keep it cool 'cause I know my mind is a lethal weapon