B Roy - Banned

Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan, all I needed, all I needed
You won't find me in the courtroom, I will never take the stand
Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan
Tried to rap and nine to five, when they find it I'll be banned

I just stay up out the way counting numbers and these bands, ayy
You fuck with my vibe, they say it's different
I know I'm amazing, all my niggas say I'm gifted
When I write these rhymes, close your eyes, the picture vivid

High off second hand, I didn't smoke it, but I'm lifted
Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan
Tried to rap and nine to five when they find it I'll be banned
You won't find me in the courtroom, I will never take the stand

I just stay up out the way, countin' numbers and these bands
Call the homie out in Cali, cause he stitch
Like 626
Call me MC Hammer, cause a nigga too legit to quit
I always see a liar, but they hate, they can't admit

When it comes to breakin' bread, with the bros I always split
I just face adversity, roll with the punches as they go
Shawn Michaels with the kicks, I'ma always stop the show
You can catch me side-bettin', I put money on that floor

Police lookin' for a nigga, now they knockin' at my door
Never thought that you would play me, but you did it like a fiddle
I hate guessin' your intentions, have me puzzled like a riddle
When I wake up in the morning, give me breakfast, no McGriddle

My brody almost died, he postin' pictures in that spital
I hate when my brother's beef, call me Malcolm in the middle
I'm a bully to these niggas, I be strong, you niggas little
Niggas always talkin' tough, but they sweeter than some Skittles

That's a foul on the play, like too short, just blow the whistle, ayy
I just be so swaggy, I be dripped off in that YSL
Shorty ass so fat, shit was softer than some cottonelle
I'm always sellin' shit, you can say I got some clientele

When I'm tryna run a play, I gotta know my personnel
Always in the motions, never stagnant with my plans
Niggas fumblin' the bag, now the money out they hands
Man, I'm always showin' love, you can catch me in the stands

Ride or die for my brothers, would you do it for your mans
Ayy, you fuck with my vibe, they say it's different
I know I'm amazing, all my niggas say I'm gifted
When I write these rhymes, close your eyes, the picture vivid

High off secondhand, I didn't smoke it, but I'm lifted
Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan
Tried to rap and 9-to-5, when they find it I'll be banned
You won't find me in the courtroom, I will never take the stand

I just stay up out the way, countin' numbers and these bands, ayy
Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan
You won't find me in the courtroom, I will never take the stand
Money is the motive, all I needed was a plan

Try to rap and 9-to-5, when they find it I'll be banned
I just stay up out the way, countin' numbers and these bands, ayy

Written by:
Brandon Royal

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