Purpose Lyrics

Perfect

That's what he call his girl

She not badder than my worst bitch

Look at my lifestyle

Yeah, I'm moving with a purpose

Got that girl out her mind

She looking like a circus

Pull up with that sword like my nigga

Call him Sir Kris

Look at my progress, came a long way

From that first hit

Fried that boy like his mind

We call that nigga churches

Got that swag from otherlands

Ha, big boy purchase

Yeah, I call her Icee

The way she just wanna come and slurp this

Copy swag? Okay

Feelin' me? Okay

I become that shit? Okay

Became that shit? Okay

Putting the team in that bitch

Tryna get seen in that shit

I come out of the oven, no mitts

My life is getting real slick

Told my dawg, go bring out the grits

Pullin' up

Pullin' up

Pullin' up

Pullin' up

Pullin' up

Pullin' up

Pullin' up, yeah

My songs keep giving it, yeah

Yo bitch keep giving it, yeah

Yeah, I go to one hundred, he scared

He cannot go run from that bear

Yo bitch keep running from bed

That bitch keep running from bed

That ice on my wrist, you beg

My life and my car, you beg

That clothes on my car, you beg

That bitch on my car, you beg

My life keep speaking, you hurt

My life keep speaking, you bet

That boy keep thinking he ready

That boy keep thinking he ready

Yeah, I came in that bitch

Yeah, I'm stepping on shit

I got sticks on the car

I get it, want more

Straight out of the store

They talkin' bout lore

They stressin' you out

Yeah, straight to the cord

They talkin' bout bitches

Head straight to the cord

I'm walking that stage

I'm repping that cord

I keep fucking up, yeah, head up to Lord

I'm rocking all black, they calling me Noir

They ain't on shit

They keep talking shit

That is not my bitch

They keep talking shit

Head straight to my bitch

Why they talking shit?

They ain't even my

Why they talking shit?

Said, why they talking shit?

Why they talking shit?

Go find yo purpose

Go find yo purpose

Go find yo purpose