It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
F*ck getting a bitch laid
I know some niggas who tote
On sticks and Aks
Just to put food on their kids plate
Baby mama need her wig laid
It's hard for a street nigga
When the odds against you
I was crying and hurting
But they ain't come to my rescue
Had to charge it on the game
Am a soldier boy you gotta
Hustle or the starve the streets
Dun show me bruh
Life's a gamble like a dice am rolling
Double six for certain
Getting it by any means
Racks on my sleeves
I did the money spread
Rick Owen's on my feet
Am stepping confident
Where ya bitch at?
I just left Louis Vuitton am headed to balenciaga
Blow a bag for my underwear
I'm really doing numbers
Saint Laurent coat but i
Pulled up in a demon thou
When am paranoid I stammer
But when am in the booth I rap fluent
That's how you know am great
Put in work to get my craft in
All work no play makes jack a dull boy
F*ck that shit am in the studio all day
Working working tryna get the backends
Too much of everything bad
But ain't seen a dollar I never liked
So gimme the bag
Young Riley turn me up am spazzing
On this niggas jacking all of this trades
But you a master of none I know your type
Bitche ass niggas I can't f*ck with you
Coz I'm the realest nigga
Stand by the code I'll never fold
My brothers know if you twin
And it's smoke we let it blow
Smoking biscotti exotics
That's wet towel can't stop the smell
From coming out the door hotel calling
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
I'll shoot this bitch up now
Tell a nigga pipe down
I was sleeping with my Glock that shit don't need no night gown
I see dark days Brody got a scars face
Running from the police that's the shit that make your heart ache
I thought you was cooling with me
You was gon part ways
Broski he ain't standing on loyalty
This niggas all fake
Thought you was gon stay solid
Ain't know you was gon do that
Told my brody if you keeping it real
Then we all rich, I stay solid to the bone
Am real as it comes, Niggas try to play me
Like am goofy that's why I'm sleeping with my gun
Ain't trying to get into no rap beef
This lil niggas my sons
Boys ain't no tracker or athlete ion run
Boy you gotta get out your feelings
The street don't love you
I be here rolling with hitters
They eat that dog food
My other partner he turned fake this nigga awful
Only could have took some patience
I could've balled you
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
DIvine Wayne - MOTIVATION (feat. Nxany piper) Lyrics
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It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
F*ck getting a bitch laid
I know some niggas who tote
On sticks and Aks
Just to put food on their kids plate
Baby mama need her wig laid
It's hard for a street nigga
When the odds against you
I was crying and hurting
But they ain't come to my rescue
Had to charge it on the game
Am a soldier boy you gotta
Hustle or the starve the streets
Dun show me bruh
Life's a gamble like a dice am rolling
Double six for certain
Getting it by any means
Racks on my sleeves
I did the money spread
Rick Owen's on my feet
Am stepping confident
Where ya bitch at?
I just left Louis Vuitton am headed to balenciaga
Blow a bag for my underwear
I'm really doing numbers
Saint Laurent coat but i
Pulled up in a demon thou
When am paranoid I stammer
But when am in the booth I rap fluent
That's how you know am great
Put in work to get my craft in
All work no play makes jack a dull boy
F*ck that shit am in the studio all day
Working working tryna get the backends
Too much of everything bad
But ain't seen a dollar I never liked
So gimme the bag
Young Riley turn me up am spazzing
On this niggas jacking all of this trades
But you a master of none I know your type
Bitche ass niggas I can't f*ck with you
Coz I'm the realest nigga
Stand by the code I'll never fold
My brothers know if you twin
And it's smoke we let it blow
Smoking biscotti exotics
That's wet towel can't stop the smell
From coming out the door hotel calling
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
I'll shoot this bitch up now
Tell a nigga pipe down
I was sleeping with my Glock that shit don't need no night gown
I see dark days Brody got a scars face
Running from the police that's the shit that make your heart ache
I thought you was cooling with me
You was gon part ways
Broski he ain't standing on loyalty
This niggas all fake
Thought you was gon stay solid
Ain't know you was gon do that
Told my brody if you keeping it real
Then we all rich, I stay solid to the bone
Am real as it comes, Niggas try to play me
Like am goofy that's why I'm sleeping with my gun
Ain't trying to get into no rap beef
This lil niggas my sons
Boys ain't no tracker or athlete ion run
Boy you gotta get out your feelings
The street don't love you
I be here rolling with hitters
They eat that dog food
My other partner he turned fake this nigga awful
Only could have took some patience
I could've balled you
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
F*ck getting a bitch laid
I know some niggas who tote
On sticks and Aks
Just to put food on their kids plate
Baby mama need her wig laid
It's hard for a street nigga
When the odds against you
I was crying and hurting
But they ain't come to my rescue
Had to charge it on the game
Am a soldier boy you gotta
Hustle or the starve the streets
Dun show me bruh
Life's a gamble like a dice am rolling
Double six for certain
Getting it by any means
Racks on my sleeves
I did the money spread
Rick Owen's on my feet
Am stepping confident
Where ya bitch at?
I just left Louis Vuitton am headed to balenciaga
Blow a bag for my underwear
I'm really doing numbers
Saint Laurent coat but i
Pulled up in a demon thou
When am paranoid I stammer
But when am in the booth I rap fluent
That's how you know am great
Put in work to get my craft in
All work no play makes jack a dull boy
F*ck that shit am in the studio all day
Working working tryna get the backends
Too much of everything bad
But ain't seen a dollar I never liked
So gimme the bag
Young Riley turn me up am spazzing
On this niggas jacking all of this trades
But you a master of none I know your type
Bitche ass niggas I can't f*ck with you
Coz I'm the realest nigga
Stand by the code I'll never fold
My brothers know if you twin
And it's smoke we let it blow
Smoking biscotti exotics
That's wet towel can't stop the smell
From coming out the door hotel calling
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
I'll shoot this bitch up now
Tell a nigga pipe down
I was sleeping with my Glock that shit don't need no night gown
I see dark days Brody got a scars face
Running from the police that's the shit that make your heart ache
I thought you was cooling with me
You was gon part ways
Broski he ain't standing on loyalty
This niggas all fake
Thought you was gon stay solid
Ain't know you was gon do that
Told my brody if you keeping it real
Then we all rich, I stay solid to the bone
Am real as it comes, Niggas try to play me
Like am goofy that's why I'm sleeping with my gun
Ain't trying to get into no rap beef
This lil niggas my sons
Boys ain't no tracker or athlete ion run
Boy you gotta get out your feelings
The street don't love you
I be here rolling with hitters
They eat that dog food
My other partner he turned fake this nigga awful
Only could have took some patience
I could've balled you
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
It takes whole lot to be great
On the road to riches
Am moving at my own pace
Use the pain for motivation
It help stimulate my brain
Mixing on solutions
My only problem is how imma get paid
Writer: Divine Wayne
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