I'm so motivated
My motivation is putting on Vegas
But I keep exposing satan

I don't know if imma make it
Cause I've been patiently waitin for my break to hit these stations
I'm constantly chasin something that is not promised

I ain't showin no love you wack rappers make me vomit
I've been puttin on for years and aint nobody show me homage
So I refuse to show another ^!$$% that he got it

Better work for what you want
Cause if you don't it could be taken
Vacant

Everybody wanna rap nobody want an education
What the $#&@ is goin on?
Where the $#&@ did we go wrong?

These record labels signin ^!$$%s who can't even write songs
I'm pissed off (*##$es on my dick but %#@! my dick soft
Cause the way you carry yourself got me ticked off

I ain't tryin to be Rick Ross
I ain't tryin to be Gucci
I'm strugglin

(*##$ I'm ridin round in a hoopty
So in less you bout to help me wit my music (*##$ don't do me
Cause I'm fooly and you starvin in my mother$#&@in movie

I'm truly underated
I'm about to let them have it
If I started exposing rapper I would probably start disasters

So I keep it cool
Say you got the juice but ^!$$% let me speak the truth
Pac wouldn't get you the juice if he spent the week wit chu

All the weakest dudes makin all the givin so we should respect the %#@! they spittin?
^!$$% please
I'm so motivated

My motivation is puttin on Vegas
I'm so motivated
My motivation is puttin on Vegas


I'm so motivated
I'm underated and hated by ^!$$%s that I was raised wit

I'm still on the East Side of Las Vegas
Still reppin flashing ink still doin all the same %#@!
^!$$%s say I ain't %#@! actin gay about it

Cause they dream about this
And I pray about it
So you could be bouted bouted and I'm gonna be out in counters

Accountants countants wildin while you at home loungin
That's the difference between me and you and your scene
This the life that I live and you tryin to make this yo dream

My whole team standin behind me
Nobody gon design me
So support me like Puffy did for Biggie back in the 90's

Finally I make the message but I had to go the distance
I don't need you to be hype
I just need your $#&@in attention

Bad decisions was given to my living
I ain't ask for this
I'm mad as %#@!

Cause I know we struggle by an accident
My momma wanted better
But she only wanted cheddar

So her and her kids got have everything they wanted forever
So I don't blame her but I'm filled with so much anger
Lyrics filled with so much passion expression myself to strangers

I'm in danger cause I'm spillin out my soul
These record labels signin ^!$$%s that they know the can't control
The right road I'm hopen that you blow... %#@!

So I'm prayin god open up a door
I'm motivated