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▶️ Motive - TRASH is now online!
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Produced by: M.O.B Entertainment - Associated Label Of GOVINET
Published by: Turkish Music Publishing (TMP)
Author: Motive
Beat By: Dincy
Mixed By: MixedByG
Recorded By: MixedByG
Mastered By: Anıl Hünkar
Director: Tepki
Producer: GOVINET
D.O.P: Çağrı Bakış
Lyrics of "TRASH":
If Motive said so, he should ride in a Mercedes
No, my friend, I'm going home by metrobus
I'm telling what I want to live because
I can't act like someone I'm not
You, how can you change shape, I know
I can't be amazed by my eyes anymore
You have a devilish habit, you're only remembering for fame
You're only remembering for fame, my brother's name
When he took his last breath, you pulled your heads out of your holes
If our value is understood when we migrate, this time it's not my word from the Parliament
You've always wanted to assert your authority, but I'm screwing the king now
I can do it, man
Because I walked the road with my brothers, the one who eats alone dies alone
Everything is for my family
You're not the one who sings bullshit
You have no one to call "friend"
You can't get used to the streets, but street rap pays somehow, doesn't it?
No, not like you, not spitting on the spit you spat out
Not just to be in people's mouths!
Not just to stay in the cursed game
Not just to stand out from your peers
Can you put me next to someone else?
No, you'd find me too talented
Now, get lost, you've been empty for 20 years!
Okay, trap, what's trap?
It's testing you, where is your talent?
Mathematics are bad, but if there are millions, the years will pierce you like a bullet
If you tried that in my place, could you write this diss at 18?
It will fly back to my account as long as we continue to make money, it's genetic!
The price of heavy words is very high
Don't cry if your work hasn't been listened to, like Mary Jane Burry Soprano
Istanbul is on my shoulders, be at ease
(Istanbul is on my shoulders, be at ease)
The city is your honor, but you are trash
The bullets with us are not plastic
Even if you write didactic poems for 70 years
When we want, Eskişehir (Woo)
Your records, your evidence (Trash)
Your streets, your children (Trash)
Your attitudes and words (Trash)
When you see us, you are free (Trash)
Your records, your evidence (Trash)
Your streets, your children (Trash)
Your attitudes and words (Trash)
When you see us, you are free (Trash)
Your records, your evidence (Trash)
Your streets, your children (Trash)
Your attitudes and words (Trash)
Your records, your evidence (Trash)
Your streets, your children (Trash)
Your attitudes and words (Trash)
When you see us, you are free (Trash)
Your streets, your children, trash
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