purpose ft. killjoy & TinoInTune Lyrics

Yeah, really in my bag I know that they can see me workin'

Post it on the snap I got 'em runnin' like some junkies

I ain't hit her back since I killed the kitty like I'm Bundy

None of this coincidence, this shit come with a purpose

Goddamn baby gimme just a little bit

Just cuz I'm busy doesn't mean I'm inconsiderate

This been my city ever since I was a little kid

Damn her ass is kinda fat now, it's been a minute

Her yoga pants gettin' stretched out, fit it in

Need a mansion with a guest house, bring your friends

This profession bring a different type of benefits

I know they plottin' on my downfall like their nemesis

He was only movin' dope, end his sentences

Girl the games is gettin old, Sega Genesis

Now her mouth is hangin' open like a dentist visit

I know there's plenty other places that we've yet to sit in

Yeah, really in my bag I know that they can see me workin'

Post it on the snap I got 'em runnin' like some junkies

I ain't hit her back since I killed the kitty like I'm Bundy

None of this coincidence, this shit come with a purpose

Word to my mother and word to my father and word to my God

I just hope that you proud that your son put it down in the face of Hasad

All that pokin' around and the truth that I found I can say got me lost

I do it better in every way ever and don't get applause, know that I'm flawed

What is the cost? Just a lil thing called your soul, c'mon homie we need that

But I guess that you lost, your spirit colder than frost, there ain't shit to relieve that

I don't know what you sought, but I know that it fucked you up if you gonna believe that

I feel like I'm at odds, just to get even I take the bad blood and I bleed that

(Aye)

Different women, I been trickin' up my other sleeve

Fuck what I want, now I'm grindin' for what my brother need

I been workin' this winter until the summer's eve

Then all the way back to Christmas, vicious as Halloween

Yeah, really in my bag I know that they can see me workin'

Post it on the snap I got 'em runnin' like some junkies

I ain't hit her back since I killed the kitty like I'm Bundy

None of this coincidence, this shit come with a purpose

(Kill)

Yeah, workin', harder than I did a 9 to 5

Another minute in that bitch I turn it into Columbine

Man I was 18, servin' anybody dubs and dimes

Now if you ain't heard of killjoy mothafuckas telling lies

Damn it just happened, it's a habit, I'm never slackin'

I'm about my money like Mark Cuban 'bout the Mavericks

Catch up, all you pussy mothafuckas playing catch up

This shit ain't ever been a race lil boy, yeah we done lapped ya

Killjoy been a Cancer, with a Taurus by his side

And I don't give a fuck about you, blow this Dutchie to the sky

We not the same, when there's pressure you gon fold and I apply

You be in the DMs, I be in between them thighs, yeah