Lyrics K.A.A.N. – Motivation

Make ’em understand nigga
Whatchu wan’ do?
Couple hundred grams nigga
Potent like the shit that you been smokin’ you can smell the truth
This shit in demand nigga
Motivation for your mind and your body, aim, fire and shoot

What the, fuck are, you, wait waitin’ for, waitin’ for
Get the, fuck off, yo’ ass, and do somethin’, nigga do somethin’
No time for showtime this is for real
Go for mine ’cause all I know is a kill (kill)
Who really want it with me yo (yo)
This shit a real life movie it ain’t a video (nah nah nah)
You wasn’t built for this shit, you wasn’t ready for it
You wouldn’t kill for this shit, you rather pay for it
You won’t be takin’ it serious, you just play boy
What the fuck you want, who was here forget

What the, fuck are, you, wait waitin’ for, waitin’ for
Get the, fuck off, yo’ ass, and do somethin’, nigga do somethin’
Now when the sun goes down (down down down down down)
You might get lost (lost lost lost lost lost)
Nigga when In doubt (doubt doubt doubt doubt doubt)
Say fuck it and black out (out out out out out)

Preachin’, to the, choir
Guitar, playin’, Nirvana
Wylin, midnight, wanda
Children, sit down, learn some

Inhale one time
Relax your mind
Real nigga like me
So hard to find
Y’all don’t know how to work
Y’all don’t know how to grind
Y’all some lazy mothafuckers
Reason why you never shine
Talkin’ shit that bitch look just like a Monchhichi
Bitch don’t judge take a look at yourself before you look at me
Mirrors are made to reflect your insecurities
4 grams rolled in the ‘wood now you don’t worry me
No you don’t worry me
Appeasin’ another mothafucker naw I never be
I realize I never please everybody
This ain’t a deposition why you lie to me
Why a nigga act like I really give a fuck, roll up
Shit cold like the middle of the winter
Kick it for a minute in your tenner
Bitch I do it B-I-G like P-U-N
My P-E-N it shits on them
While they detest
No stress at all, naw
Tell them niggas not to get involved, naw
In the kennel with my sinister, dogs
Got no love for the other side, all
All my life you could never do the shit I do
Real niggas fold they don’t turn to diamonds
Obsessed with patience, aware of timin’
My shit perfect, and your shit flawed
Nice to meet ya, praise the lord
The tabernacle, thank Allah
My shit together, I’ll never fall
Middle finger, fuck ’em all

Now put that in your pipe and smoke it