ULTERIOR MOTIVES

It has one iron rule: Logic is an enemy and truth is a menace

I got a message for ya crooked ass rappers

Runnin game you ain't barrin shit

I watched you switch up like a hoe

And say it all was business

You won't admit that we was close

But you can't test my memory

And now I see yall just some clones

That say you ride with killers

But me I'm never known to play

I'll always keep it real

Bitch I'm from the Tennessee mane you know the deal

Off in cut we sit and plot

Upon another stang

I'll never change

It's fuck yo click until I hit the grave

Find me swangin

Hoggin lanes

Puffin heavy on that funk

Through the trunk

You hear the bang

And now you know what's up

Gon get yo ass on out my way

Cause trick I show no love

But if you want come face to face

Before the devil's son

It's RIP to all you lames

Slick you better run

I thought you knew yall foos I ain't safe

I'm breaking off the junt

I'll slap the taste right out yo mouth

And make you call your mother

I never fail to do my thang

So get to steppin punk

And if you got a fuckin problem

Come and solve it

Instead runnin lip on the net

It ain't no rocket science though

To see it all was cap

I told you homie talk is cheap

You can't escape the madness

Cause once you cross that little line

I'm quick to make it happen

The fiends of hell we on the rise

We shoot and never miss

Off from the crypt I spit these rhymes

That represent the ville

Up in that dirty 615 we doin what we like

Don't get it twisted lil busta

Just get it right

You say you run the underground but all you do is rip

Can't spit a verse to save your life

Yall need some major help

You only care about a profit

And them likes you get

Some social media gangstas with the mind of a kid

You've been askin for a sign well sucka here it is

I would just quit while you're ahead

And maybe save your health

But if you feelin like you wanna bring it on

Just best believe I'm comin thick

I'll let this evil be my motive

Ya bitch