Lyrics of 'MOTOWN (feat. BabyTron)' by KayCyy

Yeah
Three-three, three

Open a bottle at three, that's 3 p. M., not 3 a. M
I used to watch my pops drink and I feel like I'm turnin' into him
Yeah, beautiful black women
That's my mother, but dad was creepin'
Uh, beautiful black trauma
Somethin' we got through like every season
Yeah, I'm learnin' what's different
I'm learnin' to love, I'm readin' the feasons
The doctor gave me prescriptions and made up some reasons, and told me I need 'em
Yeah, mama gave me some scriptures, it's all that I needed, I said I believеd it
Yeah, uh, lookin' at the fourteen-year-old mе, held it strong
Kept it pimpin', that's how I see it
Uh, when it come to my loved ones, that's all I got
So the past shit, I don't see it, yeah
Yeah, talk about all the bad times
Then I talk all about all the good times, I weight it
I forgive you (I forgive you)
It's all good (it's all good)

Bitch, what? Huh?
How you the fuck you actin' fake tryna define the real? (let's go)

Every weapon got a kit, they all designed to kill
Risk takin', pray to God before I jump behind the wheel (shit)
Risk taker, this before I ever thought to sign the deal
Classy vibes, fuck the flighest, my bitch gon' buy the heels (let's go)
Hit his quagen with some k roll, then I get the pint re-sealed
Had to leave lil' brodie at the crib because he like to steal
Where I'm from, it's get yo' cars poppin' or sell narcotics
I was trainin' with the punches, feelin' like bernard hopkins
Electrocute the road in ts1s, we just went car shoppin'
He took so many shots from drac', you think he bar hoppin'
Oxycodone with the codeine, got me meditatin', elevatin'
I just made my first m, we celebratin'
Dropped out, could probably school you, hottest youngin' educated
Hopped up in the wrong field and left his mama devastated
Unky got the girl duct taped like he ted bundy (ted, ted, ted)
I been ballin', I been ballin' since the red monkeys (I been hustlin')
I been ballin' since the tip-off (ooh)
Yohji yamamotos on my legs, let's have a drip-off (ooh, ooh, let's have a what?)
And these bitches full of blues, let's have a crip-off (go)
Yeah, I see them loubs on yo' feet, them bitches rip-offs (them bitches)
Rollin' up some jet fuel, I'm finna lift off
Bitch wanna fuck, but she ain't ask me what the dick cost (ah)

What? (brr)
Brr
Pluto, tron (brr, brr, brr)
Every day, that's us
Shittyboyz, dog $hit milita, you know what the fuck goin' on
What's the deal, kaycyy?