On Purpose Lyrics

Bitch I'm coming up

Drank in my cup

It's controlling me

When I get this way people know ain't no consoling me

Bitches judge me cuz I don't express myself vocally

To much gatekeeping, I can't fuck with niggas locally

In my bag

This rap shit got a hold of me

Trill Muhfucka in Miami writing poetry

Yea I'm off socially I'm too fucked up emotionally

You ain't never been in the field it took a toll on me

Think you got me figured out the bitch be barely knowing me

Fucking niggas based off what he say they don't compare to me

When I needed you the most that's when you would abandon me

Yea it hurt I don't even trip it was destiny

I really put in work in the dirt

Tryna make it out

Seen my brudda murked it's a curse

Now we in a drought

Going harder then I ever did like it's my last breath

Made a vow to stand on my shit I ain't break yet

No plan b goin unprotected no latex

Raw with bitches and I'm raw with switches I ain't miss yet

Put on for my niggas just to show em where the bread at

You ain't got no money where the fuck is yo head at

See them golds in my fucking mouth

Threw a band on that

Cold nigga livin in the south

Cashin out a check

Ice on my wrist and my neck

I need more racks

If niggas hatin that just mean I'm making more stacks

Watch me put the city on my back

Get it back on track

Lost all of my friends to the trap

Black plastic wraps

Really seen em put you in a bag

Rarely speak of that

But it changed the way a nigga move I had to adapt

Real discreet pussy niggas scheming through these phone apps

Can't believe they got the energy of my hood flat

Live from the gutter muhfucka where yo block at (yea, yea, yea, yea)

I know we lost a lot of shit time to get it back

I promise ima never stop I put on for my hood clique

This is not by accident we organizing real shit

That Gang shit

Never see me fucking with the same bitch

My hood clique

Watch us get a young nigga hoodrich

(Turn me up)

When I was broke I started giving up

Going harder then I ever did cuz I ain't prove enough (nigga turn me up)

Got more heart then all of you muhfuckas added up

Down bad something in me told me nigga stand up

Moving in out of states

Burnin cake

Niggas switched up on me left and right I couldn't catch a break

Didn't understand that what they saw in me was something great

That's why they fake

Oh man you just don't know how much it really take

To get it out the Muhfucking mud

My car painted blood

Bitches tryna fuck on a nigga it ain't even love

I'm really poppin off see me praying to the one above

Shit he's giving me I'm tryna bust it down with diamond studs

Gold on my neck in my ear on my wrist

On my shoes on my bitch in my chain on my sis and my dad and my mom and my aunt and they kids on my family

If you breadcrumbin niggas you a whole bitch

I promise ima never stop I put on for my hood clique

This is not by accident we organizing real shit

That Gang shit

Never see me fucking with the same bitch

My hood clique

Watch us get a young nigga hoodrich

1:00 Ima text her bitch I'm T'd up

We just text to hit, it ain't that, we don't meet up

Saw my home girl in Miami over dinner

All we do is talk bout real shit I think I need her

Formulating moves

I'ma put it all together

Breaking all the rules

They were made by my oppressor

Stones in my heart

Got me sinking in the gutter

Tryna make it out but it feel like I'm sinking deeper

Where you look you go so I'm tryna keep my head up

Kill or lock us up when real niggas get they bread up

Really in a drought so I pray for bad weather

Make it rain God get my niggas rich forever

I promise ima never stop I put on for my hood clique

This is not by accident we organizing real shit

My hood clique

Everything we do we do on purpose

My hood clique

Swear this shit is deeper then the surface