[Intro]
(OsmanCello)

[Verse 1: Asil Slang]
You're just holding your ground, we keep leveling up
Look for a place to hide, killer is back
Who does that bof think he is?
We said "Kill him.", stupid couldn't pull the triger
You can't end this wacks one by one
Go Slang, get them by bang bang
You want that damn fame little by little
Chase dirty money with your team
Money, money, money; Illuminati
Where's my dollars? Go party
(Let's go!)
I wouldn't be on your right side If I wasn't know you
But it doesn't mean anything now that you know me
Fall into my hand in between, so I'd revise your Rap
You fucking faggot, you're a pussy
Nothing will happen, stand up, don't fear
Plant a bomb at 10 p.m
I'd transform y'all into a punching ball
And I'd punch it
You did what befits your dignity, cunt
You promisеd me and backed out
You cannot rap like mе, bitch
Even you expose to ten thousand voltage
I'm ready, go burn those Bloody Mary's
I think harakiri you did is fake, get on the ground
I'm the king of the ryhtms, yeah
Don't let that suck-up boy fool you
No flatteries; my flow is like Mercedes, yours is a van, shit
Fuck off bitch, it's over; be a man, you'd get what you deserve
(Boom boom)
You're messing with wrong guy
You're like the kush I smoke and now I need to smoke
You're joke that we laugh
When I have barbeque with my boys
You're a parasite rapper
And you're the moaning bitch on my bed
[Chorus: Motive, Asil Slang]
Your ribcage shook, 808 drums
Throw your money about, fire up a Bubblegum
Big money in my pocket, it's not a patrimony
My building rocks, take heart from the block
Your ribcage shakes, 808 drums
Throw your money about, fire up a Bubblegum
Big money in my pocket, it's not a patrimony
My building rocks, take heart from the block

[Verse 2: Motive]
He asked "What's you goal?", I said "Fam, fam!"
My character goes to pieces: I'm Ben, Ben 10
I lead away from your trend, I don't like it
This expensive watch on my wrist is not your business
Ayy, it's not your business
I do screw the king as a tribute to myself
None of them couldn't pick my place up
I talk using by my mouth, understand it by not using your ass
My hands and face are covered, waiting at the door, ding dong
My rap is banging, it gangrenates you if you can't understand it
I'm Clark Kent of Istanbul
At nights I turn on a switch in my mind
My lyrics has meaning, it comes from my heart
I'm tryna do it but my hood never lets me
2000 borned Motive is Cartel of his time
Sulukule ghettos, cellar
Make that money, slaughter the opps
Destroy them, we create disasters
This is like a serial rap of a serial-killer
I couldn't contain myself, forgive me God
[Chorus: Motive, Asil Slang]
Your ribcage shook, 808 drums
Throw your money about, fire up a Bubblegum
Big money in my pocket, it's not a patrimony
My building rocks, take heart from the block
Your ribcage shakes, 808 drums
Throw your money about, fire up a Bubblegum
Big money in my pocket, it's not a patrimony
My building rocks, take heart from the block