Introspect: What's Your Motive?

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Javen Oliver

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It's good to want to be better
You'll stay hungry stay focused 
You know what I mean
And of course it would be great if you could benefit off of this
And you know, make lots of money
That'll all be great
That'll all be great but you know
Keep your mindset
Your mind on the plan push and do it as long as you love it at this point
You don't want to do the point where you can get the money
But a lot of people fall out of love with it
Because a lot of other shit comes with that
But if you do it because you love it
Good at it, and successful at it then you know
Just try to be the best you can be man
Just keep on, keep on pushing

Look
What's your motive?
What's your motive in making these lyrics?
Are you trying to touch the people as soon as they hear it?
See I'm doing this because I wanna change the game
People get chills when they hear me brother we ain't the same
Love for the game the reason I'm making these moments
4AM with no sleep borderline in hypnosis
It takes Cojones to exploit the opponents
Man I think the message was clear I'm a Demi-god and all of y'all know it
I could burp on a beat and y'all rappers would probably quote it
Hercules, I'm hurting these phonies
Overly flowed with bonus quotas from my past endeavors as a ball player
Wasn't tall but was a shot maker lyrical Darth Vader
Hit your prostate when I swing the saber with lots of weight behind it
Your comments I'm feeling a lot of hate behind them
You said I couldn't do it, making mistakes with rhyming
My response is my last track, a great reminder
Escape the drama in 05' by tape rewinding
Old cassettes in my Daddy's dresser that was my first assignment
Playing "The Chronic" while the chronic contemplation
On why they got a leaf on the CD was one of my observations
Naive for sure I was only like 5 years old
But I learned my history quick, can tell y'all ain't got that in y'all soul
The Eric B's and Rakim's
EPMD's and Pac, Big , 90's and 80's
Man y'all worship Gunna and Lil Baby
We don't do this for the fame still be rapping without,
We don't do this for the women, the money or clout
While I'm route of becoming one of the greatest
I can't deflect the regrets of me being the only one that made it
Well I ain't make it yet
But when I hear y'all spittin' man im feeling just like the stage is set

Expectations keeping me on the line like I paid the refs
I'm technical with textual segments go 'head and place the bets
My main objective before my body gets laid to rest
Is to try and cultivate new perspectives and gain respect with all the people
But the social spectrum is far from equal
I find it harder and harder for me to talk to people
Even if they compliment me on how my bars are lethal
I can't fight the urge to expose you rappers that's false and feeble
Your talk is cheaper than using coupons at dollar tree
Harmonies of my mental is stronger than your discography

Man what's your motive?
Is it personas that you wanna live in?
Trust me I see through that Ferragamo and True Religion

Your true position is insecurity
Mixed with some personal demons also with fears of what I'm sure to be
Surgery couldn't cure how important some reassurance is
Your Yes-Men can prevent from finding your purpose
Man flourish it's what we need to see
But all I see is toting guns that you'll never use up and down on my Twitter feed
Man Nipsey getting hit with six hollow tips
You kidding me?
Put the guns away we got enough of that I'm the city streets
And now you wonder why I'm in this rapping killing spree
I thought setting the bar would challenge you rappers mentally but

While I'm so focused on just teaching y'all a lesson
And trying to stop my people from being a convalescent
And constant stressing on how to evolve within all the pressure
How about I look in the mirror and ask myself the question
What's my motive?
Jay! Javen
Don't put this out nowhere, but aye this is me
ESKETIT
No, you have my jacket
Champion, I'm a champion Goat, Jay
I'm a champion, oh my god
That's all I gotta say
That's all I gotta say
What's my motive in making these lyrics?
Is it to channel my thoughts as a conspiracy theorist
Am I honestly just looking for some confirmation
Making me feel less guilt my calling myself the greatest
Senior week the first time I got wasted that's all I was saying
They say the truth starts to come out when you're intoxicated
Maybe that ain't the truth
Maybe I'm just too overconfident and hate to lose
And rotted with jaded views
And highly enthused with always copping the latest shoes
And tryna top all the rappers that y'all compare me to

So don't compare me to Kendrick Lamar
Don't compare me to Eminem, Logic, or even Nas
I appreciate the comparisons but knock it off
Just label me as a rapper that will defy the odds
I tie the cross around my neck 
Hoping that forces me into believing something
Am I writing these lyrics cuz' I believe in nothing
Am I writing these lyrics to hide the fact that every time I go to church
I'm always thinking out leaving the function
I need abundance of love and affection

But personality issues starts to promote lots of rejection
Aggression and maybe pessimism
Maybe I'm blessed with wisdom
Maybe I'm writing these lyrics because they help me listen
To my thoughts and intuitions and prevent me from going ballistic
Every time I see just you flaunting your pistol
Or every time I hear you say that my bars aren't official
Maybe you're hating and thankfully I caught your intentions
Lost on the vision of always being caught in the distance
It's an awful mission on trying to be a spark for the city
Maybe I'm writing these lyrics so I can tame my pride
So I can find my emotions and hopefully find my bride
Or maybe recognize and reconcile on what I felt
Maybe I'm writing these lyrics so I can find myself
So I can find myself
So I can find myself
Mirror
Mirror

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