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letra de the motto - abstract

[intro: abstract]
yo, that’s the motto
yeah, that’s the motto
alright, here we go

[verse 1: abstract]
is he a kid or a god? just a phase or a heartthrob?
kids get parkinson’s ’cause i make their heads nod
yeah they got ears, don’t listen so they [on the cop?]
can’t make their own style, so they all try to rap
yeah they tell me i got room to movin’ in my improvement
but everyone does, so what i got in my head is true sh-t
b-tch, i either use it or lose it
y’all takin’ turns, i’m on the speed, locked in
abstract, who you know in the west who can do it better than?
got a head and a pen ’cause i don’t f-ck with the [lev?]
rather spit ’til i got nothin’ in my face, turn blue instead
i’m an embarrassment to my past
’cause my lyrics make her face red
f-ck the drugs and the feds
this right here be my mothaf-ckin’ street-cred
if you sleepin’ on the kid
i’m comin’ to your house and burnin’ your bed
ain’t nothin’, just reppin’ the 307
if i don’t get the cards, then i better get the cred
runnin’ circles ’round these kids while they on their first leg
[chorus: drake & abstract]
now she want a photo, you already know, though (yeah)
you only live once: that’s the motto, n-gga, yolo
and we bout it every day, every day, every day
like we sittin on the bench, n-gga, we don’t really play (yeah)
every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say (every, every, every day)
can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way, real n-gga, what’s up? (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: abstract]
yeah i’m in the studio while y’all too lazy
give me two years in this, “f-ck you, pay me”
my flows like “always,” y’all like “maybe”
f-ck the haters, i make tracks but y’all can’t trace me
like the [jh pd?]
f-ck what i said, the game gon’ need me
yeah i got cigs but no clue where the weed be
i put my heart in every line like a less-than-three in every text
livin’ off the compliments and steady gainin’ confidence
i got respect for all the rappers that came before me
hopefully, this is the life
saw the haters tried to mothaf-ckin’ warn me
lookin’ at these kids like, “how hard could this be?”
i’m just another voice in the crowd, yeah it’s risky
not another hand though, i own the stage
i got this good sh-t that got you turnin’ the page
didn’t do it for the fame, i did it ’cause of the rage
but now it’s okay, i speak my heart all day
don’t care if you’re offended by the sh-t i gotta say
forgot it in my head then when i tried to portray
fastest in the relay
always fast, no delay
spit sh-t so fast you gon’ need an instant replay
if my mind’s a state, then confidence my providence
chillin’ under your bed, i’m on my monster sh-t
[chorus: drake]
now she want a photo, you already know, though (yeah)
you only live once: that’s the motto, n-gga, yolo
and we bout it every day, every day, every day
like we sittin on the bench, n-gga, we don’t really play
every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say
can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way, real n-gga, what’s up?

- abstract

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