Papoose - Motivation lyrics

(Prod. by Stan The Man) The fans who support me, y'all give me motivation The n***a who be hatin', y'all give me inspiration I was meant to blow History in the making Started from the bottom, I came up from nothing The hood taught me wrong But it put it in me If you cops are working You better grind every penny If you're getting beef You better bust your blinky and if you go to jail, You better get busy They said they're spinning blocks Man, you must be kiddin' me We used to spin the blocks so many times it got us busy Guns in the air like French roll sticky Them boys in the hood screamed your name like, Ricky Bullets pass my head, but they didn't hit me I could've died young Thank God they missed me When I got my deal I know that wasn't friendly Everywhere I went, I had the whole Brooklyn with me When we went to the door Promoters look silly, they say Pap, how many did you got with you? I said fifty, when they let us in We was moving shifty Tore down the club, perp down the city When you move smart, you n***s comment what this is Can't see how you be moving So they be tryina get a glimpse Tryina get your swag when you've been shinning in your drip Tryina get your place when you'd be riddin' in your whip [?] he gotta get us stent You say I shouldn't be whiling, I gotta get convinced I ain't feeling nobody Ain't [?] with these whimps N***s can't see me cuz I'd be ridding with sense Saying over and over, cops are on the strip Tryian tell you that you shouldn't be ridding with your crib They be the ones who provided the hospitals for tips Don't listen to the n***s, homie, they tryina get you hit You see their true identity when the drama really lit N***s play the middle, and they be riddin' on the fence If you was paying attention then ride it with your [?] You would've been notice that you were riddin' with a snitch When a n***a keep complaining, be whinning like a b**ch He tryina tell you something, but you just gotta the hint You was blind, so, he must've got it when you slip Ain't come out on the wall, but [?] A shot from this pistol, I had you hoping with a limp But a shot from this chopper, will lead you right in the ditch Uh, Papoose [?] but now I'm [?] with the hits Ain't hard to tie you up, I got the socket and the wrench When they see you shinning, they wanna comment on your flex Hating on you, hoping they gonna stop you ever since Talk behind your back, yeah, they pop a lot of sh*t when they see, they wanna hug Like a boxer and the clinch.