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letra de motivator - louie ray

[verse]
i’m the motivator boy, you gotta hold your head up
can’t be dead weight, ’cause they’ll run over you and some
i gave n-ggas in my hood shoes too and the bums
i got forty thousand dollars in my bag and some
livin’ grown but i had to walk
irritated all the time, i ain’t tryin’ to talk
you ain’t grown, live somewhere ain’t contributin’ at all
and i’m stubborn so it’s always on me if i fall (i’ll figure it out though)
we took a couple blows then a bad loss
but it ain’t over yet, they thought the pad lost
the streets weird, n-ggas sweet like vanilla moss
i want three thousand but i’ll do this sh-t for half off
it’s ’bout time i’m ballin’
i’m in cali, bro i gotta ride crenshaw and slauson
get the bentayga, the big dog, you know i gotta dog it
i’m in cali rockin’ o’neill, i know somebody saw it
ain’t met a n-gga sold work and hе is never caught
i’m talkin’ robbed, gеttin’ ganked or just took a loss
to show n-ggas that it’s another it’s take a boss
n-gga who do it and represented by gettin’ off
permanent flood my grill with flawless, i’m stuck like it
n-ggas think that i’m bionicle ’cause i get up like it
jay told me this sh-t was finna crack, guess he a psychic
tryin’ give me two fifty or some’, it’s not excitin’
my n-ggas on my mind the whole time, that’s why i can’t forget
i’m serious about my spot in life, you know i came for this
the outcome for my kind be nowhere, i’m changin’ it
the pressure never made me feel no way, like i was made for this
might buy the car i want in all twenties, b-tch i saved for this
i d-mn near cried one time, i was prayin’ to win
them hookies got me workin’ hard, no slavery sh-t
bro told me hold four and half, i guess i’m babysittin’ (i’ll hold it)
okay, okay, yeah
i’m a motivator, makin’ n-ggas wanna grind more
motivation for you not to waste your time anymore
they say i’m solid, or call me a real n-gga, either or
hard to focus on right now when you got money on the floor
i’m goin’ back and forth, my back hurtin’ but i ain’t sore
i’m a street rapper, you hear my sh-t in hood stores
i’m a street rapper, we rockin’ rolled money on the floor
i think faster, i’m watchin’ all hand and eye motion
i blink faster, i’m catching everything like a song
he rollin’ wit’ you and not countin’ your pockets that’s a homie
pint gone, soon as my brotha rio pull up on me
i was done, the coochie song, whip with the doors open
i’m a gangsta and i f-ck like a gangsta enjoy the moment
i probably paid too much for the chain but enjoy it on me
i know i probably speak too much about the caine’ but that’s how i’m rollin’
i went straight from a corner store hustler to high roller
shot past you all together, we ain’t sh-ttin’ on eachother
we keepin’ it independent discussin’ it in a huddle
i’ma smoke one of these zaza bowls ’cause i bought a couple
have my baby momma handle my business, we not a couple
‘fore you learn to run the block with the ball, you gotta fumble
i’m a motivator, n-gga get up off yo ass and-
i’m the motivator, n-gga get up off yo ass and hustle
[outro]
i’m the motivator, n-gga get up off yo ass and hustle
okay

- louie ray

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