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Turn me up a lil' bit Lil' more, headphones Yeah Turn that shit up Yeah, look My story is the motivation, I was fightin' open cases Now I'm doin' shows and gettin' bags way out in Copenhagen They give me my roses when I go on stages And they barely spoke the language But they still quote the statements and all the shit I wrote in pages (Woo) Bro, you hatin', but you never drove a spaceship I come from the hood just like you, I wasn't 'posed to make it (I'm from the hood too) That's why all your hoes is basic My bitch got the tri-color Cuban, the gold with the bracelet (Facts) Bottle girl, come open cases, Pateks with the frozen faces (Woo) You can ask bro, I sold yayo Stand at the stove with the baking soda, you know I'm gon' make it blow up It's multiplication, hold up (Tussle) If you wanted somethin', then you supposed to take it They lied when they told you, "Be patient" That's why when you focus, you dangerous (Uh-huh) But every day, y'all just go through the same shit That's why niggas broke that you hang with Look, I required everything that I desired twice They told me sky's the limit, but I went higher, like Letras de canciones My story is motivation, it should be motivatin' you niggas My story is the motivation, uh (Motivate the streets, nigga, young bosses) My story is motivation (Came from nothin' here) I started with nothin' just like you, I wasn't 'posed to make it My story is motivation (Came from the bottom to the top) Bottle girl, come open Aces, Pateks with the frozen faces, my story is motivation Yeah, uh, woo, my story is the motivation (Woo, woo) Uh, yeah, look (Uh) They say my city's like a war capital I rose above, I'm thinkin', "More capital" More capital, more capital, etched it in my brain in all capitals Niggas here will try Warren Sappin' you, broken clavicles, run south Evade the rest, this is all finesse, smooth as a bottle of the RumChata It's hell that I made it up out of with the one-liners Had Justin Credible askin', "Who you bring to Leakers?" Sickness seepin' when I reach the speaker Fresher than a pair of Easter sneakers, somethin' that you never heard before I'm about my green, I'm an herbivore Mansion talk, I wanted furnished floors Jae [want hot, serve all green?][2:26] with the purple quartz, I'm cut from a certain cloth I learned to fly before I learned to walk I learned to spit before I learned to talk I let you eat, but feel this verse is salt I lost my dawg, that really hurt my heart I kept my fire, I'ma burn the torch Was goin' hard when I was earnin' shorts I'm goin' hard, but I'm deservin' more I told myself I'm next, that's when heard the Lord Con' threw the bomb, that's when I turned to Moss Look, I'm in search of balance on an even kilter I penned my truth and they believe the scriptures To appreciate the beauty of the summer Yearly, yes, you gotta see the winter, it's like that From Letras Mania