Project Pat - Motivated lyrics

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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

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'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 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