Motivated

(Intro, Project Pat) Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real Ya know I'm saying, I'mma put it to ya like this right here, man The truth shall survive, ya know I'm saying It's like this right here, man I mean, you hating out here man But youneed to get up on ya something, ya know I'm saying I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know And to all real guys out here man, that's handling ya business All my brothers, brown, black, white, all across America All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I'm saying And you shall shine, ya know I'm saying? Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame (Hook, Project Pat) Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters [DJ Paul] Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on [Project Pat] Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters [DJ Paul] Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on Hater, hate on, hate on (Verse 1, Project Pat) Here I goes on my hustle playing Niggas know that I stay Down on this money man, this is do or die Hater's mouths be running But the bills still comin Either you gon' lay it down Or you get up on ya something Being broke is a joke Very hazardous to health I don't sell no dope Playa, dope sell it's self Gotta floss in my wealth If ya got it, then show it Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'mma blow it Petrone, I'mma pour it Purp, I'mma roll it Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey (Hook) (Project Pat) Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets Who don't know what'cha doin (Verse 2, Project Pat) Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood You can say that your life could end in a flash Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass I ain't goin back to jail, when it's on then I shoot Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body-suit Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket Full of Holy water, dead in a casket I'm a basket, of a case Either them, either me Dyin all that older If you go, so it be See these niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurr And I gotta stay (Hook) I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters I'm motivated by the haters