Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motivated , by - DZ. Release date: 31.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Motivated |
| Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real |
| Ya know I’m sayin, I’ma 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, thats 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 |
| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters |
| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters |
| Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Hater, hate on, hate on |
| Here I goes on my hustle playin |
| Niggas 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’ma blow it |
| Petrone, I’ma pour it |
| Purp, I’ma roll it |
| Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin |
| Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee |
| Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey |
| Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets |
| Who don’t know what’cha doin |
| 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 grass |
| 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 niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin |
| Got the bread, I’m just blessed out hurr |
| And I gotta stay |
| 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 |