(I Don’t wanna go
You already know x7) 
x3

Generational Curses / Crack *mantra259*

444 Quick freestyle *rubbishrubbish*

No Más *prod. voidrave99*

Yeah, I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
We gon’ stuff you in the briefcase 

I’m number one, I got it made 
Playing her like Spades 
Blowing up like grenades 
Rocking Guess, no Sherades 
Tell ‘em to bring out the whole ocean although I got a lot on my plate 
And I been gaining weight, gotta get shit straight 
Don’t be talking to me ‘bout devotion, you ain’t never seen my pain 
Ain’t never been through the motions, ain’t never walked in the rain 
Ain’t never swam in the ocean, ain’t never fought with the waves 
Ain’t never had your own notion, you just go copy and paste 

These bitches slither ‘round just like snakes 
In my bag, I ain’t talking ‘bout Jake 
When I drop the tape, there’s gon’ be an earthquake 
Make no mistake, I won’t hit the brakes 
Got this cake like my birthday 
And if you dissing me it may be your worst day 
Switching positions, changing pace she be like “aye”
We do division, splitting pay with the whole gang 
On a mission, we ain’t playing no games 
All that shit’s lame 
Bitch imma Ace if you wanna go to war 
You disgraceful, leave you on the floor 
Gon’ see my face when I’m posted up on tour 
Ain’t gonna wait, bitch I’m knocking down the door 
Won’t go to waste, nah I’m stacking up my lure 
I grab her waist cause I know that she want more 
She got good taste, yeah she know I’m moving forward 
All around me, I see angels- 444

I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
We gon’ stuff you in the briefcase 
I’m number one just like an ace 
Can’t stop me I’m in first place 
Smoking on that grade A
Like the letter on my card face 
You can’t track my moves
You can’t track my moves 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace 
Nah I’m not bouta leave a trace

Ace *prod.yonju**

I could take my chances on a bitch but I ain’t really tryna gamble 
Ranting long as shit, hoe I ain’t tryna hear you ramble 
It get frantic when we hit yeah we be spraying like some vandals 
Ain’t no Monsters Inc., but I be posted up with Randal 
Human stencil on my sandal 
Don’t forget, you get dismantled 
If you mentioning my bands in a sentence you getting handled 
Kill ‘Em with my hands, bouta go out like a candle 
Hella primal imma mammal, take the pray and make examples 
 
Bring you to a stand still
Drop the anvil 
Pussy you small, step on your house like an anthill
Throw you in a landfill 
And before you could get back, I took half of your stack now you can’t deal 
MOTOR in transit
Gas smelling rancid 
Doing hella damage, this is pain you can’t manage 
If I see you take advantage, then you know I’m gon’ vanish 
Have your ass banished, send you to another planet 
In a mansion with the granite tabletops, didn’t plan it
Even if the opps had the drop I wouldn’t panic 
And we got hella bombs on the spot, all planted 
Hella guards on the yacht, all standing
If you ever tried, you’d get caught red-handed 
Posted up with a red dot on your head 
And I don’t like to roll, no I do not take meds 
Put plants in a roll and I smoke that instead 
My wallet can’t fold, count up my bread 
Sleep-talking off a ounce in my bed 
The amount that I’m smoking resounds in my breath 
Full house now you folding, ain’t placing no- 

I could take my chances on a bitch but I- really tryna gamble 
-nting long as shit, hoe I ain’t tryna hear you ramble 
It- frantic when we hit yeah we be spraying like some v-
Ain’t no Monsters Inc., but I be posted up with Randal-Randal
-stencil on my sandal 
Don’t forget, you get dismantled 
If you mentioning my bands in a sentence you getting-
Kill ‘Em with my- bouta go out like a candle 
-primal- mammal- pray and- examples

Gamble *Jesus Pope*

(Verse 1- MOTOR)
I be posted in the trap 
Flowing like a tap
Don’t be selling me that cabbage boy, straight up boofy pack 
When I pull up with the MAC, nah they don’t know how to act 
I be on attack, bouta take you off the map
See your lil bitch bending over, imma put it in her back 
They all call me Santa how I carry round my sack 

(Verse 2- Jesus Pope)
Carry round my sack, your bitch carry round my cock
Call you JFK, cause I’m just taking off your top 
Start and I can’t sto-
Your bitch see me with the VVs, she keep fucking on me, won’t stop 
Imma pull up with the mo-
Imma pull up with the mop 

(Verse 3- MOTOR) 
Growing weed, harvesting crops 
Your bitch dumb as rocks, and I still eat on her box 
X your ass out, yeah I hit you with the cross 
And I’m throwing round my balls, like we-we playing lacrosse
In your mouth, you be catching balls like Randy Moss
Posted with the sauce, nah, your ass getting to-

(Verse 4- Jesus Pope)
At your house I’m throwing rocks
At your house I’m sending missiles 
Your bitch suck my pickle 
Your bitch look at me- now that’s a whistle 
Suck up on her milk, just like-just like thistle 
Feeling like a dog, I eat her pussy up like kibble

This is the best reggae song I ever heard

Gnag Mom Presents: MOTOR- Balls + Jesus Pope *MOTOR*

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

(Intro) 
I’m vengeance 

(Verse 1)
When I’m in the city, all they do is stare 
Got weed on the scale and this shit extra rare 
My scale isn’t big enough, I gotta tare 
Man I be so tired, but I gotta spare 
We ending your life, pulling up in McClaren 
She see my lifestyle and she getting scared 
Breaking her back when I pull on her hair 
I showed her my life and it’s too much to bare 

(Refrain)
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care 
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care

(Verse 2)
Shallow as fuck, so it’s ending right there
Rap my territory I declare 
I got some emotions that I will not share 
I’m an addict to tell the truth, fuck a D.A.R.E.
Bitches be plug hopping, like a hare 
But the person you got it from, got it from where?
My name everywhere, leaving you in despair 
In a bucket of apples, I’m the only pear 
Yeah, life going up and down like stairs 
That bitch do not want me and I do not care 
If I threw some money all up in the air 
Then she would come pummeling shit like a bear 
And probably wondering if imma share 
But she getting nothing 
I do not care 
It’s funny when they say their lives are unfair when I done a whole lot just to even get there 
Pulling up with a drum, no snare 

(Refrain/Outro)
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care
That bitch do not want me, and I do not care

Idc *wintaas*

(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*

(Chorus)
On demand with the contraband 
They all doubting, I could never let them stop my plans 
Hella people waiting on me to give my command 
Manifesting my destiny so I might expand 

(Verse)
And I swear they ain’t been through what I have, tryna reprimand
Do it all with no help, fuck a second hand 
In my bank account and in my wallet, I got separate bands 
It still ain’t enough to spend on some Giuseppe pants 
I been oscillating 
Back and forth between mentalities and options lately 
Always tend to overthink when I be contemplating 
From my smell, you can tell I’m smoking on the fragrant 
Need to do something, but I still don’t wanna face it 
Want you to love me, but I still don’t wanna chase it 
Tryna keep my strength, like it’s written on the bracelet 
Think this is my chance, and I’m trying not to waste it 
Stressing bout some shit, but I swear to god it’s painless 
Recently I realized I’ve been living hella tasteless
I’ve realized that all of my ideas are hella basic 
Subconscious hard to bare, that’s how I know I gotta tame it 
I can leave my past behind, but I cannot erase it
Wanna reassure me, but you know I won’t believe 
Thinking that I got this living shit down to a tee 
But I’m trying to survive 
I’ve been moving with the breeze 
Steady losing all my steez
Tryna prove I can compete 
Acting stupid, wanna please 
In a loop, I’m breaking free 
Three 4’s, three 3’s
These demons ain’t taking me 
When I move up a degree, it leaves you weak in the knees
My hands greasy just from touching all the cheese 

(Chorus)
On demand with the contraband 
They all doubting, I could never let them stop my plans 
Hella people waiting on me to give my command 
Manifesting my destiny so I might expand

Doubt *RezzyDaCreator + MOTOR*

YAK (1.20 x, 2.00 st)

MOTOR II This is all my random shit- beats, throwaways, drafts, experiments, etc. enjoy
(And no the WiiMii isn’t supposed to look like me stfu)

YAK (1.20 x, 2.00 st)

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