Purpose
I'm not on the lean
I'm not on a bean
I'm just on the weed
Posted with all my G's
We on some revolutionary shit
Officers shoot, they be daring to miss
Call up the troops, cause they scared of our wish
They ready to shoot, cause my verses break ribs
I'm one of kind, but this really the tip
Tip of the iceberg, you don't know the risk
They just be judging me cause of my skin
My brothers been' dying, and I cannot defend
Can't pay the price, I got nothing to give
This is my life, Grandma told me to live
I got some enemies, wanting my gift
Put my foot on the gas and I'm taking off quick
Don't give a fuck cause I'm making a hit
Making a flip, when that shit on my wrist
I been working on my patience
I been working on my greatness
I need to learn to stay patient
I swear that this shit is amazing
Spitting a flow
Feeling like all of these niggas don't know
I'm on the road, finna go spaz, I'm getting a big ass pile of gold
Pile of smoke
Pull up I puff then go
Pull up, I puff I'm gone
Ion give a fuck I'm a king on the throne
I see all these niggas that hate I'll dispose
I seen some things, I been walking this road
It's people been here that was fake all along
People that stole from me, under my nose
Still I been hustling, breaking my soul
So please do not step to me if you don't flow
Revolutionary shit
Bloody marry there she is
You just a adversary
Fuckin this world from behind
No I don't do no missionary
Hustle till the very end
Won't see me fallin
Ain't no bowling pin
Used to be the crazy kid
The money
The only thing that should foldin
Me n brothers we don't ever bend
I caint be talkin bout trends
Wanna go find a lil lady
To kick wit me
Cause I'm a lonely man
Yea its my fault dat I pushed you away
When I really could've held ya hand
I only did it so I wouldn't hurt you
I hope that you understand
Would ou rather me fuck you
And then not hit you back
Like da phone dat I own was dead
Grinding till January
Yea till January
Until me n the cemetery are united
Everyday thinkin bout what I've decided
This world so wild
Protect ya neck n yo child
Caint show my hand
While holdin I'm my deck
Place every bet
Throw it in all in
Ain't no regrets
I be tryna tell my pops don't sweat
Look him in the eye he seem so stressed
I smoke to much
And I get no rest
Surprising myself ion need yo respect
Banging this shit from the north
To the East
And the south
And back out to da mutherfuckin West
Yes
I'm not on a bean
I'm just on the weed
Posted with all my G's
We on some revolutionary shit
Officers shoot, they be daring to miss
Call up the troops, cause they scared of our wish
They ready to shoot, cause my verses break ribs
I'm one of kind, but this really the tip
Tip of the iceberg, you don't know the risk
They just be judging me cause of my skin
My brothers been' dying, and I cannot defend
Can't pay the price, I got nothing to give
This is my life, Grandma told me to live
I got some enemies, wanting my gift
Put my foot on the gas and I'm taking off quick
Don't give a fuck cause I'm making a hit
Making a flip, when that shit on my wrist
I been working on my patience
I been working on my greatness
I need to learn to stay patient
I swear that this shit is amazing
Spitting a flow
Feeling like all of these niggas don't know
I'm on the road, finna go spaz, I'm getting a big ass pile of gold
Pile of smoke
Pull up I puff then go
Pull up, I puff I'm gone
Ion give a fuck I'm a king on the throne
I see all these niggas that hate I'll dispose
I seen some things, I been walking this road
It's people been here that was fake all along
People that stole from me, under my nose
Still I been hustling, breaking my soul
So please do not step to me if you don't flow
Revolutionary shit
Bloody marry there she is
You just a adversary
Fuckin this world from behind
No I don't do no missionary
Hustle till the very end
Won't see me fallin
Ain't no bowling pin
Used to be the crazy kid
The money
The only thing that should foldin
Me n brothers we don't ever bend
I caint be talkin bout trends
Wanna go find a lil lady
To kick wit me
Cause I'm a lonely man
Yea its my fault dat I pushed you away
When I really could've held ya hand
I only did it so I wouldn't hurt you
I hope that you understand
Would ou rather me fuck you
And then not hit you back
Like da phone dat I own was dead
Grinding till January
Yea till January
Until me n the cemetery are united
Everyday thinkin bout what I've decided
This world so wild
Protect ya neck n yo child
Caint show my hand
While holdin I'm my deck
Place every bet
Throw it in all in
Ain't no regrets
I be tryna tell my pops don't sweat
Look him in the eye he seem so stressed
I smoke to much
And I get no rest
Surprising myself ion need yo respect
Banging this shit from the north
To the East
And the south
And back out to da mutherfuckin West
Yes
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Writer(s): Logan Green
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