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letra de the motive - k.a.a.n.

[verse 1: k.a.a.n]
yeah, eh, yeah , lawd, uh
i tell ‘em i been on a mission (mission)
replacin’ all the sh-t that’s missin’ (missin’)
these troglodytes are not efficient (efficient)
this prophecy i call my vision (vision)
you try to do it but i been done it
i stay on the move, my style is hands on
yeah, it’s f-ck ‘em all
i can’t complain the hand i’m dealt, i just deal with it
tell ‘em i would die for this
young n-gg- with a different opinion on how this oughta be done
the low funds, they fuel p-ssion
quick to run past them
i will outlast them
my sh-t outstandin’
yo sh-t outlandish
my sh-t sound candid
y’all sweet like candy
can’t keep up with this conversation?
cool, i’ll just step off from where i left off
but these boys fake like implants and press-ons
believe i’ll press on till i reach the throne
with all due respect, you will get dethroned if you’re in my way, man, oh
i, been the meanest on the mic, my sh-t is tight
whatever the f-ck that you like, better tell ‘em that i got that
givin’ more than what you need, allow a n-gg- to proceed
’cause all my sh-t is over your head like a top hat
ain’t no way i’m fallin’ back, i never said that i would quit
i gotta get it on my own n-gg-, know that
i just call it like i see it, sh-t it’s easy
when a mothaf-cka actin’ like they ever really knew though, knew though, knew though
too dope to call out, the young boy went all out
i’m way past the beat, yes i don’t play no recess
i work past my regrets and pain that i repress
my mind been on reset, unload and unleash it

[chorus: bleverly hills 2x]
we the ones that shut it down, you a no-go
we the ones that bring the loud, we can roll-up
we the ones that bring the crowd, don’t you notice?
i can see you hangin’ ‘round, what’s your motive?

[verse 2: bleverly hills]
i pull up flexin’ on exes
don’t roll up askin’ me questions
i told you i keep you guessin’
don’t got the keys to your blessin’
you don’t work
you just lurk
you a jerk
hit the purp
hit a nerve
i just swerve
got your girl
she a flirt
don’t call the federales
it’s a party
grab a body
ain’t n-body
actin’ naughty
feel the molly
get invited
get excited
if you bout it, bout it, be about it, be around it
be that sound like a preacher shoutin’ oh lawdy
make you feel the heat about it, (whoop whoop)
never heard a word about ya
never heard a verse where i speak about ya
lookin’ like a bird cuz your beak is out, yeah
don’t notice much ’cause i’m eatin’ out here, mmm mmm good
see ya out here
look at that b-tt
meet me out here
we could just f-ck
weed around here
we could hit blunts
my leader round here
look at my sons

[chorus: bleverly hills 4x]
we the ones that shut it down, you a no-go
we the ones that bring the loud, we can roll-up
we the ones that bring the crowd, don’t you notice?
i can see you hangin’ ‘round, what’s your motive?

- k a a n

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