MopHead400 - The Motive

I don't know what the fuck you got going on
Or whatever bitch you with on your lunch break
But hoe need to be getting out her bed in the morning to take you ass to fuckin work
Kuz im tryna bring your black ass some lunch
& you act like you can't answer the muthafuckin phone

I came from shit
And I ain't tryna go back to it
So I do everything in my power
To keep them racks coming
Shidd it ain't for me shidd I got two kids
They depending on me shidd
That grind hit different
when you got a muthafuckin purpose

Spark up backie & then I get high
Catch em plays in the middle of the night
I gotta get it & flip it
& split it & get it
& flip & split it again
Plug come up short & I touch him I
mean that
I promise you'll never see me again
I paid the costs just to be the man
Pippin your bitch just like Peterman
I poor a 4 of some lean man
Just to give my mind some easing
Ik they plotting & scheming
That Draco will knockoff their sleeve &
Taking they souls like a demon
Aint never had shit like a heathen
Slaughtering shit like a Taliban
I really just wanna see hella bands

I do it for the struggle
I do it for the hustle
Ain't got no hand outs
So I got it off my fuckin muscles
I gotta baby mama
I try to keep less drama
I be there for kids
I feel that is the greatest honor
I'm from Savannah Georgia
Yea right dey by the water
Grew up was never spoiled
Plates with aluminum foil
Got in the streets real young
Got tired of having crumbs
Put it in my mind Ima get my family out the fuckin slums

Step in the the mall with them bands on me
I told my son he can have the whole store yea
Got my lil daughter a puppy
& she really love me & it touch soul yea
Making this money
I'm blowing through hundreds
My fit cost a dummy
I'm not being funny
I gotta snow bunny
Put dick in her tummy
She swallowed my kids
& she said it was yummy
But back to the money
I keep that coming
Two sticks like a drummer
I'll put that ass under
He stink like a plumber
My trapp house doing numbers
He broke what a bummer
That tropical thunder
The ticket is nice
A hell of price
This game is called life
I just roll the dice
& flaunt all of my ice
When beef it's on sight
& watching the mice they'll fuck up your life
That shit is real shife

I do it for the struggle
I do it for the hustle
Ain't got no hand outs
So I got it off my fuckin muscles
I gotta baby mama
I try to keep less drama
I be there for kids
I feel that is the greatest honor
I'm from Savannah Georgia
Yea right dey by the water
Grew up was never spoiled
Plates with aluminum foil
Got in the streets real young
Got tired of having crumbs
Put it in my mind
Ima get my family out the fuckin slums

Moving in silence Bitch just like a ghost
I go & meet the plug right at the coast
Collecting them pounds & they straight off boat
If 12 pull me over then my ass is toast
Tryna get bread nigga I want the loaf
I hit the Za & could 9 where I float
They feeling my music they think that bitch dope
Shooters around me your head on a scope
I keep them hundreds on me only stating facts
Juggin these plays like a muthafuckin quarterback
Once you pick sides with the opps
Ain't no coming back
Shawty she thick I want some of that kitty kat
Grinding not new to me
Gotta cold history
Heart full of misery
Don't want no sympathy
Plug way in Tennessee
Balling not falling
& shawty keep calling
I feel like she stalking

I do it for the struggle
I do it for the hustle
Ain't got no hand outs
So I got it off my fuckin muscles
I gotta baby mama
I try to keep less drama
I be there for kids
I feel that is the greatest honor
I'm from Savannah Georgia
Yea right dey by the water
Grew up was never spoiled
Plates with aluminum foil
Got in the streets real young
Got tired of having crumbs
Put it in my mind
Ima get my family out the fuckin slums

Written by:
Patrick Williams

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