My Motives prod. by Nyket

I can make it pop in traffic. But it will be stopping. My thousand men likes to pop it. Rap is sweet like lolly toffee. You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I put this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I put this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. What? Born to make this music. A trip of life and losses. What? Born to stop these boozes. Gather a crowd of groupies. First don't come again. Second time blame. Third is foreign and the fourth I stack. Today I write new list of my Game. And this beat scream at me. Kill them! You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I put this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I put this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. Что? Не ожидал такого расклада. Два языка, но врываюсь как надо. Тебе все нужны, кроме таланта. Да ладно и так, разложу все по факту. Flow похож на Lamborghini Gallardo. Русский рэп остался в подвалах. Очнись, обрати внимание на Запад. Только их скилл ведет в векторе в программу. You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. You wait your cash on payday. You lick your neck on Friday. But I put this stuff into AK. I shoot more shots and I break them. And I break them. And I break them.