Motive

[Chorus]
Moving through the 6, I feel like I'm Al Capone, ya
Kid from the sticks, look at this, finna glow up
Rolling up ooze, sticky pack, I'm stoned, ya
I swear I can't lose, the only choice I have is go up
I could take your bitch because my music like a poem
Hundred blues clues in my wallet, it can't fold up
Playing fake rich, can't afford what you own, bruh
Gotta stay true to the cash that's the motive

[Verse 1]
Keep it just me, DND, I'm ghosting
Creeping through the street, honestly, I'm posted
This ain't your scene, I don't know why you boasting
Make your own swag, bet you wouldn't get roasted
Keep it OG with the reals, I'm toasting
If you know me then you know I stay rolling
Rolling up tree, this leaf so potent
It ain't shit cheap in this world, you know this

[Chorus]
Moving through the 6, I feel like I'm Al Capone, ya
Kid from the sticks, look at this, finna glow up
Rolling up ooze, sticky pack, I'm stoned, ya
I swear I can't lose, the only choice I have is go up
I could take your bitch because my music like a poem
Hundred blues clues in my wallet, it can't fold up
Playing fake rich, can't afford what you own, bruh
Gotta stay true to the cash that's the motive

[Verse 2]
Bought a new wrist, Xav hit 'em with the (Gltt!)
Baby, don't trip, I'm an undercover kid
Moving too swift, through the back I dip
They be mad about shit that don't fuckin' exist
In a brand new car like a pimp
I got Japanese whips written in my bucket list
When you hop into the Lex, treat it like a spaceship
I'mma take your breath, this that everyday shit
Hit me up on FaceTime, demons; I can't face mine
They said you a hoe, I only heard it through the grapevine
I just been on go, I'm blowing up, it's gonna take time
Brand new growth, it's no way I'd ever fake mine
Don't know why they hate, honestly, I'm a great guy
Nah, for real, I'm a great guy