The Motive K.A.A.N. (Ft. Bleverly Hills)

[Verse 1: K.A.A.N]
Yeah, eh, yeah , lawd, uh
I tell ‘em I been on a mission (mission)
Replacin’ all the shit that’s missin’ (missin’)
These troglodytes are not efficient (efficient)
This prophecy I call my vision (vision)
You try to do it but I been done it
I stay on the move, my style is hands on
Yeah, it's fuck ‘em all
I can’t complain the hand I’m dealt, I just deal with it
Tell ‘em I would die for this
Young nigga with a different opinion on how this oughta be done
The low funds, they fuel passion
Quick to run past them
I will outlast them
My shit outstandin’
Yo shit outlandish
My shit sound candid
Y’all sweet like candy
Can’t keep up with this conversation?
Cool, I’ll just step off from where I left off
But these boys fake like implants and press-ons
Believe I’ll press on till I reach the throne
With all due respect, you will get dethroned if you’re in my way, man, oh
I, been the meanest on the mic, my shit is tight
Whatever the fuck that you like, better tell ‘em that I got that
Givin’ more than what you need, allow a nigga to proceed
'Cause all my shit is over your head like a top hat
Ain’t no way I’m fallin’ back, I never said that I would quit
I gotta get it on my own nigga, know that
I just call it like I see it, shit it’s easy
When a mothafucka actin’ like they ever really knew though, knew though, knew though
Too dope to call out, the young boy went all out
I’m way past the beat, yes I don’t play no recess
I work past my regrets and pain that I repress
My mind been on reset, unload and unleash it