night right, real rap And you know she looked like she was with her man And you know I ask, you with your man She was like, nah that's my friend, oh
up And you can't dib me bead My shine, what the is on your mind? Little weakling rappers better hit the grind Other brothers ain't motivated, they can
fees with the stream of a deep boy Who's well connected, you must respect it I'm dippin' with the spirits mentioned on this record Hopefully this serves as motivation
25 My partner in there with his grand-daddy doing 25 Lifting water bags, doing burpees exercise I hand pick my friends 'cause people ain't trustable Feelings like broads, their motives
Sitting in our mansion, guarded by expansion Questioning our motives and our means Wondering why this isn't like the dream Walls of wealth surround us
really didn't come here of my own accord. Just don't say I'm ... damned for all time. Annas, you're a friend, a worldly man and wise. Caiaphas, my friend
reward I really didn't come here Of my own accord Just don't say I'm Damned for all time! Annas, you're a friend A holy man and wise Caiaphas, my friend
't want foe money or a place to eat and sleep, ya see we family now, comin up wit tha gat pap, done wit tha heat, crazy friends, out ta rolls, wadn't
me boy, you gots to chill *echoes* * DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" * Catch every word I'm sayin, no there's no delayin Don't hestitate to motivate
major chips, I push the flyest Whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, I'm equipped Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator
Baby kinda bonafide, cool relax type, the pleasures I like Is my everyday struggles in life Bridge: Ain't no holding back, good things come to those who wait Baby you and I should just motivate
feared and envied by their enemies because of their power.One day when the two kingdoms were celebrating an alliance of great proportions, without any motive
turn on you and it's so fucking boring. Didn't suck the right piss, couldn't stomach the smell. Wouldn't bear the burden of being everyone's friend Cos
're over ground Ron holds it down on the pitcher's mound I get my five-one-six on and I'm homeward bound Beastie Boys always on vacation Run DMC lost the motivation
why you try to extrude my confidence. i have no defense, givin me no motive to stab me in the back, i've only been your friend for years and years
Inanimational items elude I, and In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my Motive of quicker location is slammed my dim chance of skipping this thick world
tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little time to question the motives
sediment of my truth? You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth. I can barely begin to tackle myself. A friend