Testo Plug Motivation - EST Gee
Testo della canzone Plug Motivation (EST Gee), tratta dall'album I Aint Feeling You
In the A where baby say it's whole things 'round for 15
But he don't know the last year or so l been payin' 12Gs (FOREVEROLLING)
Since last spring, I been gettin' 'em cheap like I know Meech
No sleep, pray this car behind me ain't the police
It'll be a drought, I allow the industry to intervene
I know how to do it good as I can rap a 16
Clout with the dope fiends, know my dope clean
In and out like the grocery, wrap a whole E
You can vouch if you know me, know my phone ring
In the streets platinum million units, dog, raw fentanyl
A million missed calls, it's been a minute, I'm who they waitin' on
Been involved, tinted window business, I'ma get him gone
Tipped calls say I'm bendin' four fully ARs
Shit nah, that ain't really nothin' to a big dog
Switch cars, wipe the prints off, then it's ditched off
Rich Paul, I connect the dots like a word cross
Chris Paul, only difference, winnin' whatever team I'm on
The floor general, throw the best lob, make sure you dunk the ball
Thought he was turnt but he lied
He changed on me first, so it ain't hurt when he died (yeah, it ain't hurt when he died)
This shit get worse over time (damn, I hate the real me)
The streets make you slime, John curt (damn, I hate the real, damn, I hate the)
But it ain't throwed off as it seem, shit, at least we don't drink green
Shit, ain't least these phones ring, shit, at least we ain't police
Shit, at least I'm good at readin' to see what's good and ain't for me
And at least I ain't switch teams, when it was hard, I got T'd
Turned my t-shirt to a ski, so don't be there when I leave
Face to face, out of state, OT drawin' up a scheme
Make this right, and you go left, I got a map where it could lead
Fail cap, rappers way back when trap was losin' steam
So to get it goin', interview in post and speakin' on the kings
Niggas don't buy no Bs, of course you don't know me
I think niggas police, I think niggas owe me
Yeah, I'ma make 'em show me, keep on bein' nosy
It's some niggas hungry, whack you for a O-Z
They don't need no Co-Ds, just a fast yolie
I'm back drinkin' codeine, I'm back takin' RPs
Damn, I hate the real me (damn, I hate the real, damn, I hate the real me)
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart, George A. Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Max Jacobsson, John Carlos Ramirez
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