Released: December 13, 2011
Songwriter: Abstract
[Intro: Abstract]
Yo, that's the motto
Yeah, that's the motto
Alright, here we go
[Verse 1: Abstract]
Is he a kid or a god? Just a phase or a heartthrob?
Kids get Parkinson's 'cause I make their heads nod
Yeah they got ears, don't listen so they [on the cop?]
Can't make their own style, so they all try to rap
Yeah they tell me I got room to movin' in my improvement
But everyone does, so what I got in my head is true shit
Bitch, I either use it or lose it
Y'all takin' turns, I'm on the speed, locked in
Abstract, who you know in the west who can do it better than?
Got a head and a pen 'cause I don't fuck with the [lev?]
Rather spit 'til I got nothin' in my face, turn blue instead
I'm an embarrassment to my past
'Cause my lyrics make her face red
Fuck the drugs and the feds
This right here be my mothafuckin' street-cred
If you sleepin' on the kid
I'm comin' to your house and burnin' your bed
Ain't nothin', just reppin' the 307
If I don't get the cards, then I better get the cred
Runnin' circles 'round these kids while they on their first leg
[Chorus: Drake & Abstract]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play (Yeah)
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say (Every, every, every day)
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Abstract]
Yeah I'm in the studio while y'all too lazy
Give me two years in this, "Fuck you, pay me"
My flows like "Always," y'all like "Maybe"
Fuck the haters, I make tracks but y'all can't trace me
Like the [JH PD?]
Fuck what I said, the game gon' need me
Yeah I got cigs but no clue where the weed be
I put my heart in every line like a less-than-three in every text
Livin' off the compliments and steady gainin' confidence
I got respect for all the rappers that came before me
Hopefully, this is the life
Saw the haters tried to mothafuckin' warn me
Lookin' at these kids like, "How hard could this be?"
I'm just another voice in the crowd, yeah it's risky
Not another hand though, I own the stage
I got this good shit that got you turnin' the page
Didn't do it for the fame, I did it 'cause of the rage
But now it's okay, I speak my heart all day
Don't care if you're offended by the shit I gotta say
Forgot it in my head then when I tried to portray
Fastest in the relay
Always fast, no delay
Spit shit so fast you gon' need an instant replay
If my mind's a state, then confidence my providence
Chillin' under your bed, I'm on my monster shit
[Chorus: Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Yo, that's the motto
Yeah, that's the motto
Alright, here we go
[Verse 1: Abstract]
Is he a kid or a god? Just a phase or a heartthrob?
Kids get Parkinson's 'cause I make their heads nod
Yeah they got ears, don't listen so they [on the cop?]
Can't make their own style, so they all try to rap
Yeah they tell me I got room to movin' in my improvement
But everyone does, so what I got in my head is true shit
Bitch, I either use it or lose it
Y'all takin' turns, I'm on the speed, locked in
Abstract, who you know in the west who can do it better than?
Got a head and a pen 'cause I don't fuck with the [lev?]
Rather spit 'til I got nothin' in my face, turn blue instead
I'm an embarrassment to my past
'Cause my lyrics make her face red
Fuck the drugs and the feds
This right here be my mothafuckin' street-cred
If you sleepin' on the kid
I'm comin' to your house and burnin' your bed
Ain't nothin', just reppin' the 307
If I don't get the cards, then I better get the cred
Runnin' circles 'round these kids while they on their first leg
[Chorus: Drake & Abstract]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play (Yeah)
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say (Every, every, every day)
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up? (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Abstract]
Yeah I'm in the studio while y'all too lazy
Give me two years in this, "Fuck you, pay me"
My flows like "Always," y'all like "Maybe"
Fuck the haters, I make tracks but y'all can't trace me
Like the [JH PD?]
Fuck what I said, the game gon' need me
Yeah I got cigs but no clue where the weed be
I put my heart in every line like a less-than-three in every text
Livin' off the compliments and steady gainin' confidence
I got respect for all the rappers that came before me
Hopefully, this is the life
Saw the haters tried to mothafuckin' warn me
Lookin' at these kids like, "How hard could this be?"
I'm just another voice in the crowd, yeah it's risky
Not another hand though, I own the stage
I got this good shit that got you turnin' the page
Didn't do it for the fame, I did it 'cause of the rage
But now it's okay, I speak my heart all day
Don't care if you're offended by the shit I gotta say
Forgot it in my head then when I tried to portray
Fastest in the relay
Always fast, no delay
Spit shit so fast you gon' need an instant replay
If my mind's a state, then confidence my providence
Chillin' under your bed, I'm on my monster shit
[Chorus: Drake]
Now she want a photo, you already know, though (Yeah)
You only live once: that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?