Psychic Kids - Motives (feat. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b)

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

Written by:
Bryce Smith, James Kirk, Patrick Cummings

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