Fly4oe - Motion!

No matter pressure stay down never fold
I need some money, I need me some gold
I need it now, not when I'm getting old
Summer outside but my heart getting cold
Nigga was broke, noodles all on my plate
Wake up, get to it, I still haven't ate
Life is a trap but we gotta escape
All of this ice, I don't know how to skate
We ain't talking money, I might show up late
I done seen love turn to whole lotta hate
I'm puffin gas, I don't fuck with no vape
I disappear if I smell something fake
Don't fuck with nobody
I stay at home, I'm a homebody
You the typa nigga vote for Joe Biden
You the typa nigga that trust everybody
I'm used to being alone
I'm used to smoking a blunt just to get in my zone
I'm used to ghosting bitches for so long
I'm used to making money on my phone
I can imagine myself with a big bag
I can imagine myself in a mansion
I can imagine myself in a Bentley
Not in a Honda with broken suspension
High as hell inside the mall
Damn, I almost blew it all
Through the pressure standing tall
I can teach you how to ball
Making plays on a daily me
Me, my niggas want it all
He think the bag post to come to him
I can tell his motion small
No matter pressure stay down never fold
I need some money, I need me some gold
I need it now, not when I'm getting old
Summer outside but my heart getting cold
Nigga was broke, noodles all on my plate
Wake up, get to it, I still haven't ate
Life is a trap but we gotta escape
All of this ice, I don't know how to skate
We ain't talking money, I might show up late
I done seen love turn to whole lotta hate
I'm puffin gas, I don't fuck with no vape
I disappear if I smell something fake
Don't fuck with nobody
I stay at home, I'm a homebody
Only fuck bitches that got low milage
I ain't asking for much, girl just keep it solid
I'm used to being alone
I'm used to smoking a blunt just to get in my zone
I'm used to ghosting bitches for so long
I'm used to making money on my phone
I can imagine myself with a big bag
I can imagine myself in a mansion
I can imagine myself in a Bentley
Not in a Honda with broken suspension
High as hell inside the mall
Damn, I almost blew it all
Through the pressure standing tall
I can teach you how to ball
Making plays on a daily me
Me, my niggas want it all
He think the bag post to come to him
I can tell his motion small
He think the bag post to come to him?
Niggas got no motion
Niggas sitting on they ass waiting on something magical to happen
I can tell his motion small

Written by:
Ektor Rojas

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