Joko Tha' Rapper - Motivation lyrics

[Hook] I do this for the f**ing 601 I do this for the n***as that never had none Mississippi n***as who never got a deal Unsigned artists who never thought it was real Aye All these n***as i wish the best for em But im gunnin for that top spot like im Forrest Gump Shootin for the stars ain't nothing else to it k**in all competition I'm tryna make a hit Aye This is for the haters of the 601 Northern n***as hate our sh** but ain't on one They think we on some corny sh** but really we not though Im just a southern n***a who bout to k** all my shows This is for my n***a who's coming out of camp shelby Free my n***a EJay. That's my f**in homiee Yeah and I'm bout to k** yall n***as that's wa**up And you bout to see me make six figures Double O's Yeah [Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse] Sometimes I sit back, rewind all the bright times, in my youth I could shine instead witnessing knife fights and crime. Cutting clean white lines drifting up my nose, the sun rose, I froze. Ashes from blunts surrounding me below. Although I had the ambition to get what I didn't have what I was missing, sitting back reminiscing, rocking back and now I'm wishing. That I could've taken a better stand, not thinking 'bout when I become a man, my last resort is to pray for guidance from God's hand From God's hand Put it on God's hand yeah [Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse] I got 20 on it if you got 5 on it b**h n***as hating on me like I'm on something I told you f**ers I ain't gon nothing left on me But yall n***as keep commenting like I'm the best Emcee Nahh n***a Im just the Mississippi area's crowned prince Going hard on you n***as like a f**ing soulja boy dance 20 racks say I got this song to the top spot 2 racks to say I get shot in this parking lot If I ever die I want this song to be my greatest lost tape Along with my other sh** to say I was great but never rocked bape Clams on this beat never thought I would get this sh** Came a long way from the bottom now I'm here so let's get it b**h Bars from the dome but I also wrote some of this sh** Just so it can be envisioned and enlightened by your next door ditch I sit down and watch the wind make these leaves pa** by Thinkin bout my pa** get me kinda high when im feelin low Weed smoke dont help me get by no mo Yet I still buy some mo for old times sake My whole head aches like im 48 and stressed But im blessed i just can't find my blessing yet The lesson i learned, sometimes you Gotta make a bet Gamble yo life and see success or eternal debt [Verse 3: Tech$ Finesse] But holdon wait a f**ing minute I ain't f**ing finished yet I put that on my pendant n***as always about the paper well not like me I'm not gettin it Ain't made not one dollar off the songs I made yet f** all you haters and the n***as who said i wouldn't make it Bet all you n***as mad that I'm here. Jet Ballin on you wa*kstas, gangstas, and heros. Threat Damn my bars so hard its like a cold sweat Shouldn't have let me rap Shouldn't have let me scrap Shouldn't have let me snap Shouldn't have let me trap f** it then now show it all on the weather map Goin in on these n***as now they think I got it. Net Never disrespect my southern n***as we got it back Top of the rap game, Nah i was never that Put me in a cypher boy I'mma k** it And if you ever try me boy I'mma win it