[Intro: Louie Ray]
You know what time it is
We blood brothers, right?
This shit should motivate 'em, right?
Like I know this pape
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate you (Right)
Talkin' to it like I know the pape'
I'm lookin' at the way I made it, it should motivate, Boyz
Talkin' to it like I know the pape' (Still grindin', n***a)
Ookin' at the way we made it, it should motivate, n***a

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I drunk two fours of green, that's a weak eight
My cross was done fast as hell around week eight
I'm ridin' with six or seven 'bows, I'm in a weed state
Diamonds spark clear as hell like when a brick break
Told the bitch sit the fuck down, she asked, "Which way?"
Put me in a lineup of n***as, they gon' pick Ray
I was rockin' Mauri alligators, fightin' a dope case
Way before I ever had a crowd, was in a foot chase
Had a bitch that had a credit card, I should've cooked Chase
Brodie had his mask on, you saw who face?
Just because I wanna do it, get the coupe sprayed
I could smoke Runtz and rock Amiris on a Tuesday
Slangin' out the side door, my n***a playin' the hoop game
Curve was shittin' in an SS, but then the coupe came
Serial number already scratched off, but this the new thing
See an opp, blow that bitch down like the shooting range
Money-getter 'round, a bitch down to do everything
See a n***a down, they wanna see you sell everything
Did dirt, got did dirty and everything
Really from the dirt, so I got dirty for everything
See, got them cathedral ceilings, what's the alarm code?
You can see the chandeliers gleam through the weed smoke
Diamonds worth a house, I rock a check with white tees on
Got it out the mud, ain't have a shoulder to lean on
I'm from Flint, where n***as stand out, but ain't seen, though
Ratchet bitches still got the Miss Me jeans on
You can smell the sack that I got on me, it's Creed strong
Rio pourin' red he got prescribed for a head cold
Give me that shh— strong shit that I dance on
Was just cookin' up, that's why I got all these fans on
Get your bitch ass dropped, man, not the one you put hands on
Keep a n***a with me that's gon' rock like a band blow
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I be talkin' to the paper like my mind bad
You ain't never seen a kilo with your lyin' ass
Fuckin' with the wrong n***as got me fightin' the feds
Like how the fuck I get indicted for a dime bag? (How?)
I got the pape' to beat the charges and get probation
If I can do it, you can do too, n***a, this motivation
The first sale I ever made, I was at Roller Haven
Like I just came to make a play, fuck some roller skates
Fuck a pound, I know them white n***as that's growin' acres
You fucked your whole crop up, you only growin' eigthies
Fuck a cast, we buy ARs with the shoulder braces
I tried to drop a hundred shots and break my shoulder
I told Louie roll a quarter, I just wanna smell it
You 'round the plug and you ain't hustlin', you just wanna tell shit
I'm legit, but bought some dope, man, I just wanna sell it
I'm mad as fuck I smell some Pink Runtz and can't inhale it

[Outro: Louie Ray]
Talkin' to it like I know the paper
I'm lookin' at the way I made it like this motivation
Talkin' to it like I know the paper
I'm lookin' at the way I made it like this motivation, hmm