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letra de motivated - horsetheone

[intro]
i want more
deuce

[chorus]
i’m in the streets, need motivation, somethin’ all the real n-ggas feel (i need it, yeah)
i was crashin’ out, somehow god blessed me with a deal (yeah)
my brodie tweakin’ out, he tryna k!ll and he ain’t pop a pill (he ain’t pop it)
i come from the trenches, need a mil’ but i’ma cop a bil’ (billion)
swervin’ through your town, we in a caddy truck, just me and gang (deuce)
we conferred shots, your whole hood’ll never be the same (never)
lil bez flushed his percs down with wock’, еight hundred down the drain (drain)
she just atе me up, bust on her b-tt and i don’t know her name (i don’t know it)
[verse 1]
see me out in public, don’t run up on me with no cameras (don’t do it)
my n-ggas nailin’ sh-t, they quick to bang you with a hammer (they quick)
i’m a menace, let them tell you, they wanna see me in the slammer (they do)
fell asleep, wasn’t in that room, they wanna see a n-gga panic (smart)
we was bad kids runnin’ ’round through the jits (yeah)
foot and basketb-lls all turned into tecs (tecs)
we was playin’ tag tryna see who we can catch (who?)
now we spinnin’ blocks tryna see who we can stretch (us)
go and make a thug song, i be rappin’ for the hood (hood)
rappin’ for my n-ggas, gotta make sure that they good
run up in our spots, we got dracs, we got ‘woods
rapper like i’m ‘pac, still the muscle like i’m suge (i am)
i been livin’ life, sh-t, i’m barely in the city (barely)
they lookin’ up to horse, he always got his n-ggas with him (members)
my mind in the future, i ain’t dwellin’ on the past (nah)
i need two hundred billion, you can bring me mine in cash (cash)

[chorus]
i’m in the streets, need motivation, somethin’ all the real n-ggas feel
i was crashin’ out, somehow god blessed me with a deal
my brodie tweakin’ out, he tryna k!ll and he ain’t pop a pill
i come from the trenches, need a mil’ but i’ma cop a bil’
swervin’ through your town, we in a caddy truck, just me and gang
we conferred shots, your whole hood’ll never be the same
lil bez flushed his percs down with wock’, eight hundred down the drain
she just ate me up, bust on her b-tt and i don’t know her name
[verse 2]
i been gettin’ big, we done ate up all the beef (all of it)
never call police, we always keep it in the streets (never)
never shoot from cars, me and quez out on feet (on go)
go and put a leak together, all them members gotta eat (memebers)
it’s a sk!ll in this sh-t, hold your breath when you shoot (yeah)
two hundred on the dash, hold your breath in this coupe (come on)
it’s a fast break, i tell brodie, “throw the ‘oop” (go)
i’m a blue rag ganger so my n-ggas bang woo (bang woo)

- horsetheone

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