Lyrics K.A.A.N. – The Motive
Text:
K.A.A.N.:
Yeah, eh, Yeah, Lawd, Uh
I tell ’em I been on the mission (mission)
Replacin’ all the shit that’s missin’ (missin’)
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
Eh, its Fuck ’em all I can’t complain the hand I’m dealt I just deal with it
Tell ’em I would die for this
Young nigga with a different opinion on how this oughtta be done
The low funds they fuel passion
Quick to run past them
I will outlast them
My shit outstandin’
Yo shit outlandish
My shit sound candy
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 hoes 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
I, Been the meanest on the mic my shit is tight
Whatever the fuck that you like better tell ’em that I got that
Givin’ more than what you need allow a nigga to proceed
Cuz all my shit 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 nigga know dat
I just call it like I see it shit it’s easy
When a mothafucka actin’ like they ever really know dawg, know dawg, know dawg?
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
We the ones that shut it down you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud we can rollo
We the ones that bring the crowd oh you notice
I can see you hangin’ ’round what’s your motive?
We the ones that shut it down you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud we can rollo
We the ones that bring the crowd oh you notice
I can see you hangin’ ’round what’s your motive?
Blev:
I pull up flexin’ on ex-es
Don’t pull up askin’ me questions
I told you I keep you guessin’
Don’t got the key to yo blessin’
You don’t work
You just lurk
You a jerk
Hit the purp
Hit up nerd
I just swerve
Got your girl
She a flirt
Don’t call the Federales
It’s a party
Grab a body
Ain’t nobody
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 up out it, (Whoop Whoop)
Never heard a word about ya
Never heard a verse where it’s speakin’ bout ya
Lookin’ like a bird cuz your beak is out, yeah
Don’t know this much cuz I’m eatin’ out here, mmm mmm good
See ya out here
Look at that butt
Meet me out here
We could just fuck
Weed around here
We could hit blunts
My lead up round here
Look at my sons
K.A.A.N.:
We the ones that shut it down you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud we can rollo
We the ones that bring the crowd oh you notice
I can see you hangin’ ’round what’s your motive?
We the ones that shut it down you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud we can rollo
We the ones that bring the crowd oh you notice
I can see you hangin’ ’round what’s your motive?
We the ones that shut it down you a no-go
We the ones that bring the loud we can rollo
We the ones that bring the crowd oh you notice
I can see you hangin’ ’round what’s your motive?
