Morals Over Motion

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A thousand niggas home in one day, London's frying

I'm in Pirana with the sharks, touch my chain, they dying

I can't knock a nigga trying, it's the ones that don't

The strongest niggas, you don't think need it, need love the most

I heard the news, bro got grabbed, and nearly crashed the Rolls

The asgad playing mind games, someone gotta grab these poles

Spent five million on the crib and I'm never at home

Just my lil' lady all alone, she waiting for me in her robe ah

I got racks to collect, I'm all over the globe

I got some packs to collect, gotta grab the connect

I'm sipping dirty, slide her a bag for the rent

My akhs catch you in that A-cat, stab, stab and repent

I sold a lot of crack, I'm immune to the stench

No one ain't asked what side I'm on, I ain't used to the fence

This hammer hold twenty-three, I'ma call it Cench

This browning bad and boujie and she hold the skeng

Southside where mummy work hard and there's no fathers

My darg scored three times, I call him Cole Palmer

I needed all them L's I took, it made me roll smarter

My youngen grew up fucking freezing in that cold darkness

Too much motion, those steppers become a known target

It's always morals over motion

Diving in that, drinking water from her ocean

Pouring lean, she asking why I do not show emotion

Yeah, told this bitch I'd pick her up in Little Haiti

I bought my Glock a friend, he need a little matey

Bitch fucking so good, I had to gatekeep

Fucking with no glove cause my glocky don't like safety

One time for the killers in my bloodline that have passed

I ain't go and get rich and pay these killers for a pass

Ask me how I'm really feeling, right now, bitch, I'm feeling dark

I got motion to the ceiling but I'm keeping most dark

Lately, I'm putting flames to the same static

Lately, I'm spitting flame with a plain Patek

Niggas turning into shottas and they great at it

My nigga put a thousand debts on the same palette

As far as this shit goes, it been colder than Napoleon

And now it's over, tell them, "It's a pandemonium"

I'm in Toronto, getting love from Ethiopians

Baby Drake, I'm outta state, he told me keep a chrome on 'em

Southside where mummy work hard and there's no fathers

My darg scored three times, I call him Cole Palmer

I needed all them L's I took, it made me roll smarter

My youngen grew up fucking freezing in that cold darkness

Too much motion, those steppers become a known target

It's always morals over motion

Diving in that, drinking water from her ocean

Pouring lean, she asking why I do not show emotion