Motivation E

Yeah, yeah. Check me out. What up? Yo. Pop off, I put you cowards in the Dirt. You wanna get paid? Put in work. We hustle hard. Me and Rasco make those moves, shake those fools 'cause they didn't pay no dues. Not me, I do it full time and I Stay gettin' OT. So the cats in my city call me OG. Respect the grind and mine are those gettin' it Without baggin' an OZ. And that's a win already. So many takin' penitentiary chances, No advancement to keep income steady. The risk exists to get 'em sent to the Belly. Another brother gone to his new home. Can't even visit his mama tombstone. The music is so true for my dogs locked Down. Trust, I do it for you too. This is how it goes in the streets, man. We gotta eat, man. My motivation. Gotta hustle hard every day of the week. It's the code of the streets. My motivation. Keep your head high to the sky. Do or die, we just tryin' to get by. Peace to the family. And thanks for bein' patient. Yo, my motivation. Yeah, my niggas stay on the block, pushin' the Rock, hopin' for the pushin' to stop. Ain't happenin' soon. They do it midnight to noon. Retaliate, fuck around and go and pop your goons. It's like we're tuned. The streets find 'em right in the trench. Back to the wall, swingin' when I'm caught in A pinch. Ain't makin' no sense, but that's just The way of the streets. Gunshots is the only Way they settle and beef. A million chiefs, we need more Indians, Dog. Got it fucked off, niggas still stuck in The fog. We clearin' the way, we shootin' off Lyrical spray. But these cats just don't wanna hear It today. They fightin' for space and shit that They don't even own. Got his mama scared to Even go answer the phone. Be dancin' alone. The man put you straight in the box. Don't mean nothin' to him 'cause he see you As stock. Your points are down, these dudes ain't Fuckin' around. Only intent is puttin' y'all Straight in the ground. That's not for me, I Gotta do it just for my kids. Off to the next gig for my figs. That's my motivation. This is how it goes in the streets, man. We gotta eat, man. My motivation. Gotta hustle hard every day of the week. It's the code of the streets. My motivation. Keep your head high to the sky. Do or die, we just tryin' to get by. Peace to the family. And thanks for bein' patient. My motivation. This is how it goes in the streets, man. We gotta eat, man. My motivation. Gotta hustle hard every day of the week. It's the code of the streets. My motivation. Keep your head high to the sky. Do or die, we just tryin' to get by. Peace to the family. And thanks for bein' patient. Yo, my motivation