Emilio Rojas - The Motive lyrics

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] They didn't think we would get this far Hell nah, most fall up against those odds As a youngin', I was coming up with nothing In the middle of a place there ain't been no stars Aw, you gon' have to pardon us because we made it seen With all the sparklers and all the bottle girls And the bartenders ain't serving y'all because they all with us They like: “Damn, god damn, god damn he fly She can't feel her face, she screaming, aw god damn she high People I grew up with mad ‘cause we just pa** them by Got them feeling like they Tito straight from out the Jackson Five” Uptown in the fresh Bred 1's Hands out, begging me to lend them funds Begging me to get ‘em on the list plus one But I put ‘em in a line like Tetris, ugh Y'all know who the best is, send your girl around me That's a d**h wish ‘cause I k** that p**y And have y'all paying respect, this E to the M-I-L-I-O On the same block where they never tell 5-O Ain't nobody talk, everybody know when we chase fast money And we still drive slow, to hell with rules, I ain't never go to cla** And to hell with school, if you ain't educating yourself That means you learning someone else's truth In the back, everybody on me Room full of strangers, everybody know me I don't blame ‘em, I'm the one and f**ing only If a motherf**er telling you they love me, then they owe me [Hook] I got ‘em open off this smoke that we been blowing When that liquor get to flow, it's on me They know it's going down, down, down They know it's going down, down, down I thought I told you that the money is the motive I ain't never going broke, that's not me They know it's going down, down, down They know it's going down, down, down [Verse Two: k**a Kyleon] Don't count me out, you gotta count me in Young diamond in the rough where they found me in Feds looking for a cell they can lock me in Like a pair of number threes, wanna box me in They can't stop me now, they couldn't stop me then Lames losing, gotta watch me win It's bad when a dollar make you watch your friends I'm still on the grind, I'm tryna talk to ten I drank so much syrup, could've copped a Benz Four K a month, that's a lot to spend I got a couple flaws, got to watch the laws I'm like ink, I'm tryna stay up out the pen Small circle, just a couple n***as You got one of them, then I don't f** with n***as Got trust issues, I don't trust a n***a Middle finger high, it's mother f** a n***a Behind money, I'm shooting first Ask questions later, touch, touch a n***a Busy talking money, tryna count some paper I ain't got time to be discussing n***as Not beneficial, you could miss me Like a pa** from Peyton when the safety hating I'm paper chasing, paper plating, skating Get this bye money, you could hit me, hey And I'm talking to Texas, it ain't no secret They know who the best is, a dog on these records Shout out, that's my confession I'm talking ‘bout trapping, my prior profession b**h, I get this money, no sweat, I ain't stressing Thumb through that check, I'm just counting my blessings Till I pull a muscle, I'm going in, flexing f** what you heard, I'm the man out in Texas [Hook]