Thug Motivation 101

Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
(Let's get it)

I used to hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights, now it's marble floors everywhere (haha)
Call the carpenter, the roof on the coups gone (chyeah)
Give a fuck what he sold, I'm the truth, homes (that's right)
Kitchen fumed up, niggas jammin' 2Pac (chyeah)
Get my Benihanas on, workin' two pots (damn)
Baby need shoes, partner need bail money
Bloodhound for the bread, I just smell money
You niggas just write, I recollect (recollect)
Hands on, Jeezy really counted them checks (yeah)
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones (yeah)
The conversation is money nigga, you want some? (Ayy)

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it, man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt your hands
(Let's get it)

I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment (chyeah)
Took what the streets gave me, product in my environment (ayy)
Now it's 28 inches on a brand new Hummer (Hummer)
Telling you right now, it's gon' be a cold summa (yeah)
Blew the brains out the Chevy, call it suicide ('side)
It's a way of life, that's how us young niggas ride (that's right)
Trap or die gave 'em hope they waiting on the sequel (chyeah)
Its clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people (ayy)

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it, man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt your hands
(Let's get it)

I'm the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it (chyeah)
There's a message in my words, you gotta decode it (ayy)
I seen it all, every gram, every bird (what)
I spit the truth, every noun, every verb (that's right)
I never exaggerated one line, one dime (dime)
Never lied to the people, not one time (never)
A hard head make a soft ass (ayy)
And hard white will get you straight cash (haha)

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy
You ain't never seen them pies
I'm talkin' so much white, it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it, man
Counted so much paper, it'll hurt your hands