Motives
Lyrics
Talking shit cause underrated is a vibe
I'm from a city where you can't walk at night
Ha, Ooo wow
Tell me what you want Ooo wow
Talking shit cause underrated is a vibe
I'm from a city where you can't walk at night
No I can't tell you everything up in my mind
Cause imma leave you feel pain, I can't lie
Emotions vibes, I remember being hated on
I was sipping hella lean to get my pain across
It didn't help but I knew, I was better off
Cause when I rapped about my pain but I was hated on
Don't give a fuck if we homie, they was switching up
And I don't talk to them now cause they switched up
Some be hating cause I'm better off without them
And I can't front, I can't have no body holding me back
So I get lost in the money, stacking up all my bags
And I can't fuck with you baby, you ain't apart of my plans
But I can give you all time when I'm done making bread
And I can tell you when you lie, I'm a master at that
Been feeling pain for some years, I ain't proud of it
But I've been working on myself, so i be out of it
So many wanna go and front like their apart of it
To my ex's, their the reason I can't trust a bitch
So I be smoking all my ganja, get a pound of it
And I be burning all my pain cause I be out of my it
So many people tryna go talk, like they be making hits
They always hating on the father, cause I'm getting lit
I got money on mind, that be the motive, I don't lie
If you ain't with saint, Then I can't be fuck with right
Hanging out with less, cause I'm vibe what I like
You gon know fucking my name, FATHER SAiNT, the murder type
Murder any beats, when I'm writing to it right
At the age nine, they was saying I'm a vibe
Don't put me with them other, cause I'm never talking light
Remember when I did Emotions, zero filer aight
Father felt alone at that point of his life
I was sipping on some codeine, to forget about my life
Plus I had that women, that was poisoning my mind
So I'll leave it in the pass, I'm doing better, I don't lie
Bitch I'm getting stacks, now she wanna have my back
I ain't fucking with that, don't make me tell your man
She told me that she loved me, baby girl we
ain't friends
We was different playing games, so I taught should end
Been feeling pain for some years, I ain't proud of it
But I've been working on myself, so i be out of it
So many wanna go and front like their apart of it
To my ex's, their the reason I can't trust a bitch
So I be smoking all my ganja, get a pound of it
And I be burning all my pain cause I be out of my it
So many people tryna go talk, like they making hits
They always hating on the father, cause I'm getting lit
Writer(s): Santos Torres
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