BeastChild - The Motto (ft. T Picks) (prod. T-Minus)

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I'm not countin' all the green that I blow
Wet like a fountain or a stream cos I flow
I got the cheese and the dough, sandwich
You want beef with my role? I'm goin' HAM bitch
I'll bring my clan with, and the fans, shit
Anything I need for you to know and understand this
Life that I lead
I hustle and I grind until I like what I see
Look, they criticizin' my attire cos I'm flyer
But they despise it when I rhyme and spit the fire
I'm applyin' my desire
I don't gotta be inspired by a buyer
Cos we hire, we don't get hired
You get fired, and then retire early
But now I'm bustin', Camaro's got the tires burning
In LB, I'm a pharaoh, got the squires learning
Higher learning, TMC on the Child's journey
I'm a Bay kid, you a Bay kitten
Who am I kiddin'? Imma spray you if I stay spittin'
Imma stop while your parents got a son
Look at me on top like you starin' at the sun
I'm packin' heat, hope you carryin' a gun
I might attack a priest while I'm buryin' a nun bro
Run, that's your best chance to beat me
Marathon life, the stress can't defeat me
New Era, survivin' with the fittest
You talk game, but you vibin' with the critics
When you walk, you walk shame, I'm rhymin' with the quickness
But I stopped to watch dames divin' in my business
I'm gettin' money cos I'm ballin' and I work
You just dougie, they callin' you a jerk

See I put the bitch in drive, then I leave the keys in
Rain sleet or snow I can go all season
Early in the morning until late in the evening
While you just trying to find a reason to sleep in
Yeah I'm in it, yeah I'm in it for the profit
Spit toxic, no limit to my pockets
I got this and you know I'm gonna rock it
G6 flight, out of sight, in the cockpit
Stop talkin', poser bitch
If you don't know your shit, then you should close your lips
Really thinkin' biting style gives you ownership?
You ain't a player dog, you lack all the showmanship
Now it's a New Era, but do you fit it?
Cos if don't gas you won't last a minute
And never pick a grind too quick to stick with it
Before you hit this paint take the time to pivot
Just shut up and let me meditate
The game's fucked up and I'm ready to set it straight
These new cats who rappin' actin flier than heavens gates
Abuse the illusion, proof's in their credit rates
Now go ahead trade your pride in for promo
But I ain't dick riding, I'm coming with the low blows
Yeah, I'm goin' in solo
The mainstream's dry, these guys just got no flow
And if you buyin' it, it's you whose the problem
But I ain't siding with these new fools who bought in
Take note, this money won't make you free
Sellin' out will lock your thoughts into slavery
And it may pay to be fake and rape beats but
By the end of the day they can't break me
You think you want fame well you should wait and see
Cos shit, LeBron James couldn't take the heat
LeBron James couldn't take the heat...

Drake - The Motto (ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga)

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