Cam’ron, Vado - Motivation lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Vado - Motivation lyrics]
Yo, 012 blank coop, what a feeling y'all
It’s a baby
One button will make the ceiling crawl
Wave bye as it goes in back of the back seat
Now say "Hi!" to the
Backpackers who pack heat
The crack trappers and gat
Clappers from back streets
Them backstabbers that'll trash rappers
On wack beats the rap stackers
That stack stacks like athletes
The gun runners that run around
Like a track meet
We sophisticated n educated
But run around like coke fiends
That they never made it
But never hesitated, see bombs get detonated
Your mom be levitated, her arms get separated
Welcome to Harlem, on Lenox
We'll leave you devastated
His bowels betray him, in his pants
He defecated
And we practices all our marks skills
Mark Jacob, marked cards, Mark Bills, ill
What’s in my pocket, baby… that motivation
Ben frank FM you know the station
That motivation, that motivation
That motivation now let me hear you
When I’m into? drug deals and horse races
Indictment, paid lawyer, court cases
Smoking aces with hitmen in las vegas
You married to the money
Here go ya divorce papers
Can’t compare me to em, no equal boo
Get you a deal? you about to turn 32
I move on the movie for
That root of evil true killa Season, 4 mil
Imagine what the sequel do
That’s decimal after decimal
Theaters, Netflix, film festivals
Rikers Island, I ran around terrible
The shank ate him
How he talking when he edible?
One word for him, incredible
My whole bid homie lived up in Medical
Killa season netflix, film festival,
The … how we talking when the
One word for them, incredible
I lived across the street from Big L
Upstairs from Biggavel
A few block from 8 Keys, Hud
I know my nigga well
I miss 6 and 10, I’m pissed again
Say his name wrong and get mummy
Wrapped like that man from Michelin
Y'all got the answer Cam, Saran the grams
Y'all fish market, 2-5th, Amsterdam
I ain’t talking about Gramp cuz
They get wild yo
They counting down for the day
My nigga Javal home
Shout to xball players that carry wild chrome
That will leave a nigga flatlined, dial tone
It’s a baby
One button will make the ceiling crawl
Wave bye as it goes in back of the back seat
Now say "Hi!" to the
Backpackers who pack heat
The crack trappers and gat
Clappers from back streets
Them backstabbers that'll trash rappers
On wack beats the rap stackers
That stack stacks like athletes
The gun runners that run around
Like a track meet
We sophisticated n educated
But run around like coke fiends
That they never made it
But never hesitated, see bombs get detonated
Your mom be levitated, her arms get separated
Welcome to Harlem, on Lenox
We'll leave you devastated
His bowels betray him, in his pants
He defecated
And we practices all our marks skills
Mark Jacob, marked cards, Mark Bills, ill
What’s in my pocket, baby… that motivation
Ben frank FM you know the station
That motivation, that motivation
That motivation now let me hear you
When I’m into? drug deals and horse races
Indictment, paid lawyer, court cases
Smoking aces with hitmen in las vegas
You married to the money
Here go ya divorce papers
Can’t compare me to em, no equal boo
Get you a deal? you about to turn 32
I move on the movie for
That root of evil true killa Season, 4 mil
Imagine what the sequel do
That’s decimal after decimal
Theaters, Netflix, film festivals
Rikers Island, I ran around terrible
The shank ate him
How he talking when he edible?
One word for him, incredible
My whole bid homie lived up in Medical
Killa season netflix, film festival,
The … how we talking when the
One word for them, incredible
I lived across the street from Big L
Upstairs from Biggavel
A few block from 8 Keys, Hud
I know my nigga well
I miss 6 and 10, I’m pissed again
Say his name wrong and get mummy
Wrapped like that man from Michelin
Y'all got the answer Cam, Saran the grams
Y'all fish market, 2-5th, Amsterdam
I ain’t talking about Gramp cuz
They get wild yo
They counting down for the day
My nigga Javal home
Shout to xball players that carry wild chrome
That will leave a nigga flatlined, dial tone