Your shit ain’t hot dog, to be frank We be in the hot box, the weed stank Saying that you’re seasoned, but the beef’s plain Imma take the cuffs off- no restraint Tapes of human nature stuck on replay All that bluff was fake, ETA delayed

Hot dog 2 *larua*

Generational Curses / Crack *mantra259*

444 Quick freestyle *rubbishrubbish*

No Más *prod. voidrave99*

Daddy’s Home Rough Draft *Jesus Pope*

(Hook)
Lettuce in my pocket 
They wish they could stop it
Roaming round often
We a common topic 
Blow up like a rocket 
They tryna mock it 
She take off her draws, put my dick up in her socket 

(Verse)
If he got some beef, then we fire up the grill 
I don’t have no time for that, I’m tryna count a mill 
I don’t do synthetics, nah I’m not popping a pill
He caught in a pickle, now he know what is the deal (dill)
That bitch come to my crib and she tryna cop a feel 
I ain’t know that you was really fucking with me still 
This drank make me throw up, so I let that shit spill 
Blowing all this weed out the fucking windowsill
When I’m off the shrooms, life doesn’t feel real 
That’s part of the appeal 
My emotions take the wheel 
I be flying with the teal 
Bitch I’m turning heel 
Hit you with my heel 
Like Eddie Guerrero 
Bitch, I lie, cheat, and steal, hoe 
I don’t want your bitch cause she buns, yeah she cheeks 
All up on me tryna get my sesame seed 
If that bitch DM me, then I’m pressing delete 
Bitch I’m blowing up, accept the defeat 
I’m becoming what I’m destined to be 
I be charging, cause the best isn’t cheap 
I be counting up my bread in the Jeep 
Trapping and rapping professionally 
Smoke a roach till it’s dead
Shawty said she off the meds 
I just want the head 
She just want the

(Hook)
Lettuce in my pocket 
They wish they could stop it
Roaming round often
We a common topic 
Blow up like a rocket 
They tryna mock it 
She take off her draws, put my dick up in her socket 
Lettuce in my (pocket)
They wish they could (stop it)
Roaming round (often)
We a common (topic)
Blow up like a (rocket)
They tryna (mock it)
She take off her (draws,) put my dick up in her socket

Burger *rubbishrubbish*

Gnag Mom Presents: MOTOR- Followed *larua + brood + anem0s*

(Chorus) 
Always get stuck in the middle
I can’t keep my head off the pillow 
Been living this life like I’m trapped in a riddle
Got over mountains and hills, so I’m not about to stand for being belittled 
All of these habits instilled occupying the void like a cavity filling 
Even with pack I be killing, I still see my worries all stack to the ceiling 

(Verse 1)
Plus I’d be actually willing to wake up if I didn’t have to be feeling 
Like I be dragging the building down with me, but I’m sick of acting like children 
You hear all the tragedy spill out my voice, but you don’t know the gravity with it 
That’s why I be trapping and getting competitive, don’t take a stab at my business 
With brodie, we passing a spliff, I feel like I’m on top but not factually winning 
Are we even past the beginning?
Promise I’m not a role model 
Feed the machines with the bottles 
I emptied them all, but I’m still feeling hollow 
That pill ain’t easy to swallow 

(Refrain) 
(Yeah) Always get-
(Uh) Always get-
(What?) Always get- 

(Verse 2)
Always get stuck in the middle 
I swear they ain’t matching my skills, but I’m hungry 
It’s like I be rationing kibble 
Yeah I take a fraction and nibble 
Watch it all gradually worsen 
I can do magic with words on a track, I just work on the pad till it’s perfect 
The ones who don’t actually deserve it talk down, but they can’t take my faction in person 
Wake up in the morning, and I’m gonna try not to cover the glass with the curtains 
Success what I have to determine
But I-

(Chorus) 
Always get stuck in the middle
I can’t keep my head off the pillow 
Been living this life like I’m trapped in a riddle
Got over mountains and hills, so I’m not about to stand for being belittled 
All of these habits instilled occupying the void like a cavity filling 
Even with pack I be killing, I still see my worries all stack to the ceiling 

(Outro)
Promise I’m not a role model

Always *spriggan + MOTOR*

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[FREE] *HARD* Juice WRLD Type Beat "Devil" 2023

(Intro) 
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down
Yeah, life going up and down

(Chorus)
I be going up and down 
Stuck on the couch, there’s no time to lounge 
Life is so difficult to figure out 
I be standing up straight, still end up slouched 
Don’t want your face, I don’t want your mouth 
When you cover your face, you look like a clown 
See my dinner plate, while you in a drought 
Tryna make a play, but you outta bounds 

(Verse 1)
When I’m counting the racks, they start to surround 
Too many people, now I gotta bounce 
We posted up in the trap like a mouse 
I don’t give a fuck if they have any doubt 
Stay hating on me, but that shit don’t amount 
To nothing, cause you is not stopping my count 
I got ‘em so mad, they tryna put a bounty on me till they see that I’m not to be found 

(Refrain)
Found
I found 
I foun-found
(I got) Found 

(Verse 2)
Dog, fucking with me get you sent to the pound 
Yeah, fucking with me, send you back to your crib
I’m with your lil bitch, I’m all in her ribs 
Got babyback on my plate, I need a bib 
That boy is lying, he telling a fib I can tell by his voice and the quivering lips 
I don’t feel any fear when he reach for the hip, he just grabbing his wallet to pay for the zip 
Better yet, lil bitch gon give me a tip, when he show me the guala, I take it and dip 
Talking that shit, but when you see me up you gon ask for a follow and pay for a flick 
Hea-hea-hea-heavy duty just like imma truck, but when I go full throttle I’m chased to the finish 
Hit a lick, get your paper diminished 
My soul on record, I ain’t talking Guiness 
Getting your feelings hurt over some business 
But we know the drill, I ain’t talking bout British 
I-I be going up and down, this is my arc like we living in physics 
I-I-I-I be going up and down, don’t give a fuck how they seeing my image 

(Chorus)
I be going up and down 
Stuck on the couch, there’s no time to lounge 
Life is so difficult to figure out 
I be standing up straight, still end up slouched 
Don’t want your face, I don’t want your mouth 
When you cover your face, you look like a clown 
See my dinner plate, while you in a drought 
Tryna make a play, but you outta bounds

Up and Down *niche**

(Verse 1- MOTOR)
Posted up with Jesus Pope, we playing 2K
So much flower I could buy that bitch a bouquet 
Giving me brain, shits bomb like Cobain
So much drip, you would think I took FloNase 
This my spliff, so I don’t need to rotate 
Leave no traces, when I kill it’s a cold case 
Only smoking on that gas like propane 
Lil bitch mad that I’m posted in my own lane 

(Verse 2- Jesus Pope)
Bobby Boucher, I got the water 
I’m heating up and you dusty like solder 
I move in silence just like I’m a barter 
And I’m in her peach and I ain’t talking cobbler 
They making moves, but I’m moving smarter 
They going hard, but I’m going harder 
You going far, but I’m going farther 
And if you got bars, then I got some barser 

(Verse 3- MOTOR)
When I’m in that bitch, she squirt like a geyser 
Sipping drank, I’m off the Budweiser 
No cap in my rap, I’m wearing a visor 
You got knowledge, well bitch I am wiser 
Overseeing shit like an advisor 
My ex hitting me up, I despise her 
My shit is solid just like I ate fiber 
She said she need dick, I ain’t have to prescribe her 

(Verse 4- Jesus Pope)
Bitch keep rambling, send it to the publisher 
New York Times just for yapping 
I’m in them cheeks and they clapping 
I pull up on him, and he don’t know what happened 
Call me a QB, I’m sending bullets 
You said you gon’ shoot me, take off his mullet 
She call me a cutie, but I said fuck it 
You know how I shoot threes, I’m getting buckets 

(Verse 5- MOTOR + Jesus Pope)
(If it’s fuck me then it’s fuck you too)
If it’s fuck me, then fuck you too 
I don’t really fuck with you 
Bitch, I’m not cuffing you (Cuffing you)
I had enough of you (Enough of you)
When I pull up, Imma tuck the tool (Tuck the tool)
When I pull up on your avenue (Avenue)
Got this blade I’ll take a stab at you (Stab at you)
Bitch don’t play me, show some gratitude (Gratitude)
Why you always got a attitude? (Attitude)
Why am I always so mad at you?
I be working, I be trapping too (Trapping too)
Imma fuck around and act brand new (Act brand new)

(Refrain- MOTOR + Jesus Pope)
Act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act a fool (Act a fool)
Act a fool 
Act a fool (Act a fool)
Imma act brand new (Act brand new)
Imma act brand new

Gnag Mom Presents: Jesus Pope + MOTOR- Brand New *Jesus Pope*

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Hot dog 2 larua

♫ MOTOR ♪

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