Purpose Lyrics

They tell you to find purpose in life, it's a funny one

They do believe you're destined for great things

But I don't know

I know my purpose

And it's to get money and get it a lot

This is my time and I'm taking my shot

Not going down and I'll never give up

I know my purpose

Making my family rich is my job

I'll keep on going till I'm at the top

If my people ain't good then you know I won't stop

It's every morning, My brain got me focused

I'm sitting here zoning, Struggle to get up

I'm thinking about my mistakes and l how I could've done different so I l could go be enough

Three in the morning, I'm sitting here struggling, I can't think straight, everything is a blur

I'll stick to pouring to help with the coping and shit I am already feeling a buzz

I know my purpose

And it's to get money and get it a lot

This is my time and I'm taking my shot

Not going down and I'll never give up

I know my purpose

Making my family rich is my job

I'll keep on going till I'm at the top

if my people ain't good then you know I won't stop

Slap myself just to keep focused

Telling myself keep on going

Got all these problems, they're piling up but you know that I won't let you notice

This is my grind and this is my work

This is my time and this is my world

Back to back hits, every drop it's absurd

If I go to the party, you know it gon' get

Fired up, yeah, we gon' fire it up

We gon' fire it up, yeah, we gon' fire it up

Man, I walk it like I talk it cause I know my shit's the bomb

These motherfuckers 'ddicted tryna get my every flaw

Motherfuckers hated, now they realize it's their loss

fitted in Balenciaga, used to shop at Ross

Love my girl so much, no protection, hit it raw

I'm that motherfucker, I'm the motherfucking don

Overtake the comp, I'm the king like I'm LeBron

Soon the world gon' know, they gon' sing my every song

Write the cheek, I get the money, then I'm cool to entertain

Reason I get hit up cause I ain't no fucking lame

Then I add it up, add it up, add it up Add the money fucking up, yeah,

In the trance, haters turn to fans

Bet they gonna shut me out whenever there's a chance

Counting up the money, I'm just tryna make bands

Dressing like a skater, man, you know I rep vans

In the sand, feet in the sand

In California chilling, man, you know I'm up next

Tryna be so rich that I can go and buy a land

My girl, she so fine, man, she know that she a ten