J. Cole

"No Motive"

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
2, 2, 3, 4
3, 2, 3, 4
4, 2, 3, 4 DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
My house is four stories, I tell'em I don't write em'
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor
I say "187", make your b*tch run my errands
I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's
I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing
And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
Got the world in my hands it got all under my nails
In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see
I be so f*cking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?
Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth
I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street
The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
Tune, what is that smell? That's the sh*t on my mind, hah

[Hook: DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne]
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you hoes
f*ck all you hoes
1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit
And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate
Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got issues bigger than you, b*tches taller than me
Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry
You n*ggas old news prehistoric
I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad b*tches for my home boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I'm rich as f*ck but more so, a poor soul
Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My b*tch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
— take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em
I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne]
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you b*tches
f*ck all you hoes
f*ck all you hoes
1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing
And my b*tch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted
And I bet y'all n*ggas don't say sh*t, because I'm feeling lucky
And I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi
Whattup Khaled?

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