Mookie2blk - Motions

Stressing is easy
Smiling uncomfortable
Living check to check
Trying to find comfort lute
Staying prayed up
Know the reaper coming soon
All relations failing
Burn a bridge or two
They smile in yo face
And act like they feeling you
Give it too much attention
It winds up killing you
Wish I knew what to do wit it
But this feelings new
Energy shifting I feel the envy
Throughout the crew
Inspire real ones
Is what I set out to do
Ignore all impostors
Partly impossible
They crowd around
When you tell em
Look what I got for you
Know that I'm showing love
And them showing back
Is not optional
Few niggas act like they
Don't want to give me props now
Like I ain't responsible
For the hunger they got now
Like I ain't show em
How to open up they shop now
They try to hold me accountable
For they shit when it flop now
It ain't my fault you trash
It ain't my fault you trash

Followed my exact foot steps
Got you looking bad
Now watch me
While I run up a bag
Wit yo looking ass
I been here long enough
I'm tired of sitting a
Around the middle class
I can conquer the universe
Pray to God that this feeling last
Fell in love wit a hoe once
Now it got me acting different
She ask if I'm giving my all
No love that's a snippet
Down this bumpy road of life
Wit bad suspension
My city known for taking life
Without asking permission
Hoes fucking for 40
Wit trifling vision
I'll throw you 50
Help me ignore
All these nights in the Mitten
This uniform the closest thing
To life in prison
I had no choice
I had to prove
I made the right decision
Got immaculate ways
To drop a rack in yo face
I been a cold dude
I'm getting back to my ways
Love the look on haters faces
When I prosper
Play it off like they knew it would happen
Get them a Oscar
On my grown man shit getting busy
You big as a toddler
Didn't plan for this rap shit
Trying to be big as a tower
And niggas mad I fell asleep
When they was active
No hard feelings yo last tracks
Had no traction
Plus close ones been dying
Left and right in my circumference
Thinking you can't go next
You on dumb shit
Making assumptions
All yo numbers been plummeting
Each time I drop I'm doubling
Keeping my arms
Close to some drums
I'm like a couple bands
This summer I'm running fans
Doing shit they don't understand
Know I'm a call away
But still practicing
Social distancing
Broadcast all yo moves
And then wonder
Why no ones listening
Then flood all of yo mentions
Wit garbage
That ain't worth mentioning
I'm not eager to drop shit
To capture yo low attention span
Just leave it to me
To show what yo catalogs
Missing man Its Mook
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Written by:
Markus Holbert

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