Motivation - DJ EFN, Defari, Cormega

Yeah, I had to pop at my G prandah

(DJ EFN) Over here on the braille looking at the tracking

Crazy Hood, hey, and the rap game like the crack game

Let me begin, the DJ is EFN

If he is Crazy Hood, who’s crazy then

Got family in Miami, Hurricane went

This Los Angeles king in your local friend

West really though, G no hippy flow

Run hard, hit the ho, no tippy toe

Rock with me though, fuck with your bro bro

Putting records out since the days of the record store

Yeah, I’m good good, I got many more

I’m heavy in the hood, imma Chevy 4,54

These niggas ain’t good, these niggas weak, 3,65 all 52 weeks

Who’s your favorite now, gone debated now

That’s jahfari, that’s brother love, went to care

That’s Defari, that’s brother love, west bound

Feeling some kind of way, you sticking out your chest now

That’s alright though, there’s still love for you

You inspire me to do what the fuck i do (every day)

And if it wasn’t you and you, and him too

Then my motivation basically would be through

Hey, this for you, you and you and him too (yeah)

This for you, yeah

Hey, hey

This for you, you and you and her too

This for you, yeah

Hey, hey

This for you, (what?)

You and you and him too

This for you

Hey, hey, this for you

You and you and her too

You and you, and him too

(DJ EFN wad up?)This for you

Hey, hey, this for you

You and you and her too

You and you, and him too

My motivation is a better way to live for my family

Loyalty is royalty, this is majestry

Blood, sweat and tears through the years

Actually, help prepare me triumph over tragedy

I graduated from gladiator academy

At the top of my class, so I convey reality

Rap so emphatically, grammatically

Set a new standards, actually rappers are use to front are in back of me

Am moving forward, pursuing goals to win, you lose your focus

Living a lie, dying inside as truth approaches

You’re suppose to salute, not dispute devotion to tradition

Skill and realism, my music is growing

Am only here to inspire the youths

I feel like scarface, if a tell a lie, it’s the truth

We’ve been riding the coops that don’t require the roof

These industry niggas always quick to forget their crews

We men of respect, niggas better mind their manners

My gorillas hungry, can’t wait to peel their bananas

Was no cable box, momma just had the antenna

Now I’m at the light trying to pay cash for the Panamera

Hear my premonition, feel my intuition

Fast forward to the future, I’m just reminiscing

What am about to do to the game gonna be monumental

All my niggas global, we hustling into continental (we world wide)

We are boss nigga, fuck the monkey in the middle

Though so strong, I’m sending all the junkies to the spitter

Got them comatosing, got them over dosing

She was looking good, now she’s skinnier than both the Olsens

My old school got pretty paint with Noah Rosens

Cold blooded hustler with no emotions

You know i got to keep my shit all the way buttered

These niggas half way thugging and am all the way guttered