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joko tha' rapper - motivation lyrics

[hook]
i do this for the f-cking 601
i do this for the n-ggas that never had none
mississippi n-ggas who never got a deal
unsigned artists who never thought it was real
aye
all these n-ggas i wish the best for em
but im gunnin for that top spot like im forrest gump
shootin for the stars ain’t nothing else to it
k!llin all compet-tion i’m tryna make a hit
aye
this is for the haters of the 601
northern n-ggas hate our sh-t but ain’t on one
they think we on some corny sh-t but really we not though
im just a southern n-gga who bout to k!ll all my shows
this is for my n-gga who’s coming out of camp shelby
free my n-gga ejay. that’s my f-ckin homiee
yeah and i’m bout to k!ll yall n-ggas that’s w-ssup
and you bout to see me make six figures double o’s
yeah

[verse 1: tech$ finesse]
sometimes i sit back, rewind all the bright times, in my youth i could shine instead witnessing knife fights and crime. cutting clean white lines drifting up my nose, the sun rose, i froze. ashes from blunts surrounding me below. although i had the ambition to get what i didn’t have what i was missing, sitting back reminiscing, rocking back and now i’m wishing. that i could’ve taken a better stand, not thinking ’bout when i become a man, my last resort is to pray for guidance from god’s hand
from god’s hand
put it on god’s hand yeah

[verse 2: tech$ finesse]
i got 20 on it if you got 5 on it
b-tch n-ggas hating on me like i’m on something
i told you f-ckers i ain’t gon nothing left on me
but yall n-ggas keep commenting like i’m the best emcee
nahh n-gga im just the mississippi area’s crowned prince
going hard on you n-ggas like a f-cking soulja boy dance
20 racks say i got this song to the top spot
2 racks to say i get shot in this parking lot
if i ever die i want this song to be my greatest lost tape
along with my other sh-t to say i was great but never rocked bape
clams on this beat never thought i would get this sh-t
came a long way from the bottom now i’m here so let’s get it b-tch
bars from the dome but i also wrote some of this sh-t
just so it can be envisioned and enlightened by your next door ditch
i sit down and watch the wind make these leaves p-ss by thinkin bout my p-ss get me kinda high when im feelin low weed smoke dont help me get by no mo yet i still buy some mo for old times sake my whole head aches like im 48 and stressed but im blessed i just can’t find my blessing yet the lesson i learned, sometimes you gotta make a bet gamble yo life and see success or eternal debt

[verse 3: tech$ finesse]
but holdon wait a f-cking minute
i ain’t f-cking finished yet i put that on my pendant
n-ggas always about the paper well not like me i’m not gettin it
ain’t made not one dollar off the songs i made yet
f-ck all you haters and the n-ggas who said i wouldn’t make it
bet all you n-ggas mad that i’m here. jet
ballin on you w-nkstas, gangstas, and heros. threat
d-mn my bars so hard its like a cold sweat
shouldn’t have let me rap
shouldn’t have let me scr-p
shouldn’t have let me snap
shouldn’t have let me trap
f-ck it then now show it all on the weather map
goin in on these n-ggas now they think i got it. net
never disrespect my southern n-ggas we got it back
top of the rap game, nah i was never that
put me in a cypher boy i’mma k!ll it
and if you ever try me boy i’mma win it

- joko tha rapper lyrics

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