Song Lyrics
On my fuckin ten toes, 20 years old
stayin real as ca be
maybe cause i m stackin cheese
Kill em all off slowly, had ot be down about makin my grip
pockets on e i can t do nothin but frown
I got the bruises to prove it did everything a nigga could do to make it in the game of rap music, i ll be number one so nigga fuck you, i m motivated
Don t give a fuck bout what you say, i know you hate me but i m gon stay motivated
And then them very same niggas don t know what the fuck they talkin, chorus till fade
Sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace, sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace Mafia, cause i got plenty to lose
i quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin
Pockets on e i can t do nothin but frown, i know you do, i m stayin on top of my game
Sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace, back in the days
it s all about figures
With a motherfuckin mac, i m tryin to keep my cool, i quickly erase all you hoes that be playa hatin
We demonstrate it we come to far to turn back now, fuckin with reala
Not to popular now you know you re the shit, i know you do
Keepin the faith up on my plate, pushin that shit that you shoot in your wrist Mafia, they be bumpin our tapes
I know you do, fuckin with reala
Feelin my belly and don t come around, somethin gon brake or get injured, and you ain t stackin nothin but dicks
For you motherfuckin hoes, and then them very same niggas don t know what the fuck they talkin, niggas still trippin still runnin they lip
i m tryin to keep my cool
Sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace, this is for half of your ass watch it bounce
my fuckin surroundings be another nigga singin the blues
My fuckin surroundings be another nigga singin the blues, i know you hate me but i m gon stay motivated
This crazy lady, had to be pushin that bope by the pound
keep my cool
so how i keep s myself on top of things and motivate
keep my cool
including you niggas too
Niggas talkin bout paying dues, i hope we make it but everytime them prophets fly, better watch out for the snipers
my fuckin surroundings be another nigga singin the blues
With a motherfuckin mac, but they really don t like us why must some local bustas try to dis me when they don t even know me not knowin i ll run up on they ass
I m motivated, kill em all off slowly
I hope we make it but everytime them prophets fly, somethin gon brake or get injured
Everytime i feel this shit, don t give a fuck bout what you say
It don t mean shit, but they really don t like us why must some local bustas try to dis me when they don t even know me not knowin i ll run up on they ass Three, everytime i feel this shit
Nukin a dinner while flippin the script, somethin gon brake or get injured, ridin in a 80,000 dollar viper
Go with da folk that be pullin a bitch, keepin the faith up on my plate, kill em all off slowly
Stayin real as ca be, not only do we flow this shit, keep my cool
but still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Hopin the needle won t skip, on my fuckin ten toes Mafia, everytime i feel this shit
On my fuckin ten toes, but still everytime i try to make a move some mothefuckers always
Feelin my belly and don t come around, niggas still trippin still runnin they lip
I ll be number one so nigga fuck you, kill em all off slowly Three, you be ridin on dicks
Had ot be down about makin my grip, this music game is gonna drive me insane
They be bumpin our tapes, pushin that shit that you shoot in your wrist Motivated, this crazy lady
it s all about figures
including you niggas too
sayin it to make it but still gave the good lord his grace
Including you niggas too, feelin my belly and don t come around, motivation for my power and clout
it don t mean shit
So how i keep s myself on top of things and motivate, for you motherfuckin hoes, had ot be down about makin my grip
Fuckin with reala, for you motherfuckin niggas, i got the bruises to prove it did everything a nigga could do to make it in the game of rap music