lirik lagu justin terrell – motivation
[hook] twstid (mob twen)
tryna get right working all night, grinding all day
(feels like) nothing left to lose tryna make moves finding your way
(feels like) money too tight tryna live life, how you gon pay?
when i tell you its all on you, what you gon do?
what you gon say? (yeeeahhh)
thats motivation
(that’s motivation x3
what you gon do what you gon say?)
that’s motivation
(what you gon do what you gon say?
that’s motivation) x3
[verse 1] twstid
funny how the people all around you get
when you try to make yourself amount to sh-t
it starts when you stop hanging out and then
stops when you start hanging out again
f-ck them n-gg-s i’ve been trying to get a grammy
hit, grand slam, meet the ends for my family
f-cking hip-hop n-gg- m-th- f-ck a plan b
can’t be weak f-ck if you understand me
i’ve been doing this for a while
n-gg- f-ck your advice
i advise you not to add vice
don’t make me spazz on this mic
ugh! you just want the money, no culture
your career’s been dead i’m feeling like a vulture
i’ve been circling for a while
hungry, the time to eat is right now, wow
funny how the people all around you get
when you go hard on some bouncer sh-t
kick n-gg-s out the game that ain’t bout this sh-t
you ain’t real, simple, no need to count and sh-t
i swear it all adds up, n-gg- listen
we are not the same, we ain’t got the same vision
i was born for this, you’re just rapping for attention
let me switch the subject, you ain’t worth my sh-t list
[hook]
[verse 2] johnny margiela (twstid)
young n-gg- tired of finessin’ for reefer
i feel like a chopper i’m bustin’ yo speaker
i’m bout to hit up kodak for a feature
pull up with a bad one look like monalisa
no she ain’t loyal so i’m finna leave her
i remember trappin’ under the bleachers
subtract that whole check on some margiela sneakers
on sundays don’t give a dime to the preacher
tellin’ you lies and you call that a teacher
i don’t sell activist im not a sleeper
i sell that sh-t by the liter
she wanna switch f-ck that b-tch i don’t need her
ayyy (you just want the money no culture)
i will not talk to no lame n-gg-s
unless you really keep it gang with em
can’t walk in my shoes if you can’t fit em’
homicide on my block in the am
r.i.p nuke lord save him
gotta get it up ball above the rim
boy hot like soulja slim
flugazee -ss n-gg-s i’m through with them
been had the swag steppin’ like a pimp
p-ss me the pot i might slap a b-tch’
margiela my toes come capture this
[hook]
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