Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat
Brunch Klub music
Oh, oh, spot him then I got him
He was flexin' too hard, I had to get it out him
A.I. got the answer if you got a problem
Niggas ain't gon' show me love, I was at the bottom
Now ,now, now I'm ballin' like a nigga made it to the league
Catch him lackin' with the bitch, he like, Mr. Please
Nigga, it's a free for all, we ain't on no teams
Like your deadbeat daddy, bitch, I'm sellin' dreams
He think he hella hard, he bout' to get some wings
I ain't really had no rings, Sacramento Kings
Then I got a taste, Sonic turned to a fiend
Man, these niggas ain't loyal, they be switchin' teams
You know Vintage, keep it clean, PG-13
I got stains in my jeans, standin' in the green
You can duck the rain drops, but you can't duck these bullets
All that stuntin' when I see you, bitch, you better pull it
You told me what you gon' do me when you know you with it
I know you really wish you could, but you know you can't
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
Catch me slidin' out the bitty, tryin' to get to that paper
I don't want no handouts, so don't ask me no favors
Man, the system like suicide, yeah, I gotta do or die
You can never ask me why, I will never testify
Yeah, I spit that pesticide, better stay up in your lane
Niggas change like the season, sold his soul for the fame
Me, I'm in the kitchen, just cookin' like I'm Snoop and Betty
I had to cut off my schedule, cause I don't do petty
Niggas ain't ready, bout' to blow up like the f*ckin' levee
I'm smokin' heavy, what's in my blood, this ain't no Reggie
Niggas, it's scary, I can see through you, you bulletproof
You know I'm sick, coronavirus, chicken noodle soup
Nigga got six kids, f*cked around, copped a coupe
Two, three, sneak this, we was at your roof
I was duggin' in the booth, sergeant to the troops
You know it's in my bloodline, f*ck that shit, do
Yeah, this power motivated, I ain't talkin' 50
Nigga gotta keep that blicky, cause this shit was sticky
He was goin' to the pros, now that nigga Ricky
Rest in peace to my uncle, died sippin' Mickey's
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
No, I can't even crack a smile
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23 Vintage - Power Motivated Lyrics
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Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat, Wood on the beat
Brunch Klub music
Oh, oh, spot him then I got him
He was flexin' too hard, I had to get it out him
A.I. got the answer if you got a problem
Niggas ain't gon' show me love, I was at the bottom
Now ,now, now I'm ballin' like a nigga made it to the league
Catch him lackin' with the bitch, he like, Mr. Please
Nigga, it's a free for all, we ain't on no teams
Like your deadbeat daddy, bitch, I'm sellin' dreams
He think he hella hard, he bout' to get some wings
I ain't really had no rings, Sacramento Kings
Then I got a taste, Sonic turned to a fiend
Man, these niggas ain't loyal, they be switchin' teams
You know Vintage, keep it clean, PG-13
I got stains in my jeans, standin' in the green
You can duck the rain drops, but you can't duck these bullets
All that stuntin' when I see you, bitch, you better pull it
You told me what you gon' do me when you know you with it
I know you really wish you could, but you know you can't
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
Catch me slidin' out the bitty, tryin' to get to that paper
I don't want no handouts, so don't ask me no favors
Man, the system like suicide, yeah, I gotta do or die
You can never ask me why, I will never testify
Yeah, I spit that pesticide, better stay up in your lane
Niggas change like the season, sold his soul for the fame
Me, I'm in the kitchen, just cookin' like I'm Snoop and Betty
I had to cut off my schedule, cause I don't do petty
Niggas ain't ready, bout' to blow up like the f*ckin' levee
I'm smokin' heavy, what's in my blood, this ain't no Reggie
Niggas, it's scary, I can see through you, you bulletproof
You know I'm sick, coronavirus, chicken noodle soup
Nigga got six kids, f*cked around, copped a coupe
Two, three, sneak this, we was at your roof
I was duggin' in the booth, sergeant to the troops
You know it's in my bloodline, f*ck that shit, do
Yeah, this power motivated, I ain't talkin' 50
Nigga gotta keep that blicky, cause this shit was sticky
He was goin' to the pros, now that nigga Ricky
Rest in peace to my uncle, died sippin' Mickey's
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
No, I can't even crack a smile
Brunch Klub music
Oh, oh, spot him then I got him
He was flexin' too hard, I had to get it out him
A.I. got the answer if you got a problem
Niggas ain't gon' show me love, I was at the bottom
Now ,now, now I'm ballin' like a nigga made it to the league
Catch him lackin' with the bitch, he like, Mr. Please
Nigga, it's a free for all, we ain't on no teams
Like your deadbeat daddy, bitch, I'm sellin' dreams
He think he hella hard, he bout' to get some wings
I ain't really had no rings, Sacramento Kings
Then I got a taste, Sonic turned to a fiend
Man, these niggas ain't loyal, they be switchin' teams
You know Vintage, keep it clean, PG-13
I got stains in my jeans, standin' in the green
You can duck the rain drops, but you can't duck these bullets
All that stuntin' when I see you, bitch, you better pull it
You told me what you gon' do me when you know you with it
I know you really wish you could, but you know you can't
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
I was puttin' in that work just to get the rank
Catch me slidin' out the bitty, tryin' to get to that paper
I don't want no handouts, so don't ask me no favors
Man, the system like suicide, yeah, I gotta do or die
You can never ask me why, I will never testify
Yeah, I spit that pesticide, better stay up in your lane
Niggas change like the season, sold his soul for the fame
Me, I'm in the kitchen, just cookin' like I'm Snoop and Betty
I had to cut off my schedule, cause I don't do petty
Niggas ain't ready, bout' to blow up like the f*ckin' levee
I'm smokin' heavy, what's in my blood, this ain't no Reggie
Niggas, it's scary, I can see through you, you bulletproof
You know I'm sick, coronavirus, chicken noodle soup
Nigga got six kids, f*cked around, copped a coupe
Two, three, sneak this, we was at your roof
I was duggin' in the booth, sergeant to the troops
You know it's in my bloodline, f*ck that shit, do
Yeah, this power motivated, I ain't talkin' 50
Nigga gotta keep that blicky, cause this shit was sticky
He was goin' to the pros, now that nigga Ricky
Rest in peace to my uncle, died sippin' Mickey's
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Playin' around, talkin' state prop, better lay it down
Hoppin' out, all black, run for a juvenile
Gotta keep my poker face, I can't even crack a smile
No, I can't even crack a smile
Writer: Shaquille Hurd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid