Project Pat - Motivated lyrics

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Project Pat - Motivated lyrics

(feat. Will Wesson) [Intro: Project Pat] Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real Ya know I'm sayin, I'm a put it to ya like this right here, man The truth shall survive, ya know I'm sayin It's like this right here, man I mean, you hatin out here man But'chu needa get up on ya somethin, ya know I'm sayin I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know And to all real guys out here man, that's handlin ya business All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I'm sayin And you shall shine, ya know I'm sayin? Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame [Hook: Project Pat] Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters [DJ Paul:] Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on [Project Pat:] Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters [DJ Paul:] Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on [Verse 1: Project Pat] Here I goes on my hustle playin n***as know that I stay Down on this money man, this is do or die Hater's mouths be runnin But the bills still comin Either you gon' lay it down Or you get up on ya somethin Bein broke is a joke Very hazardous to health I don't sell no dope Playa, dope sell it's self Gotta floss in my wealth If ya got it, then show it Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'm a blow it Petrone, I'm a pour it Purp, I'm a roll it Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin Hood n***a from the North side, Memphis Tennessee Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey [Hook] [Project Pat:] Yeah, this go out to all you n***as in the streets Who don't know what'cha doin [Verse 2: Project Pat] Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood You can say that'cha life could end in a flash Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the gra** I ain't goin back to jail, when it's on then I shoot Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body-suit Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket Full of Holy water, dead in a casket I'm a basket, of a case Either them, either me Dyin all that older If you go, so it be See these n***as, they be hatin when ya flossin Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurr And I gotta stay [Hook] I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters

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