Project Pat – Elvis Presley Blvd.
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Project Pat – Motivated
Lyrics Motivated – PROJECT PAT, William Wesson
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
Tattooed 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 hurry
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
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD, RICKY DUNIGAN
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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