Текст песни Motive - ONE YEAR

Moving through the 6 I feel like I'm Al Capone, ya
Kid from the sticks look at this finna glow up
Rolling up ooze sticky pack I'm stoned, ya
I swear I can't lose the only choice I have is go up
I could take your bitch because my music like a poem
Hundred blues clues in my wallet it can't fold up
Playing fake rich can't afford what you own bruh
Gotta stay true to the cash that's the motive

Keep it just me DND I'm ghosting
Creeping through the street honestly I'm posted
This ain't your scene I don't know why you boasting
Make your own swag bet you wouldn't get roasted
Keep it OG with the reals I'm toasting
If you know me then you know I stay rolling
Rolling up tree this leaf so potent
It ain't shit cheap in this world you know this

Moving through the 6 I feel like I'm Al Capone, ya
Kid from the sticks look at this finna glow up
Rolling up ooze sticky pack I'm stoned, ya
I swear I can't lose the only choice I have is go up
I could take your bitch because my music like a poem
Hundred blues clues in my wallet it can't fold up
Playing fake rich can't afford what you own bruh
Gotta stay true to the cash that's the motive

Bought a new wrist Xav hit em with the (Gltt!)
Baby don't trip I'm an undercover kid
Moving too swift through the back I dip
They be mad about shit that don't fucking exist
In a brand new car like a pimp
I got Japanese whips written in my bucket list
When you hop into the Lex treat it like a spaceship
Imma take your breath this that everyday shit

Hit me up on FaceTime demons I can't face mine
They said you a hoe I only heard it through the grapevine
I just been on go I'm blowing up it's gonna take time
Brand new growth it's no way I'd ever fake mine
Don't know why they hate honestly I'm a great guy
Nah forreal I'm a great guy