What? What is the purpose? What is the point
Answers we seek within our own mind. Bitch, I don't give a f*ck about the time
Only way up, bitch, Imma a climb
How you snitch on the bro? we gon' teach em' a lesson
Fighting demons, that shit get depressing. I step out the crib, I don't got no expression
So good with this shit, they say it's a profession
And I walk with a weapon. Always be nervous, I always be stressing
Mind full of demons, they always just test me. Feel like I'm different, no one understand me
When I get rich, I'ma cop me a house on the water
Mainly for my son and my daughter. For them, I'm a shoot man
This shit ain't a warm-up. Walk in the spot and I'm poured up
Too many tries, too many lies, too many cries. You don't know me till you've seen through my eyes
Walk in the spot and I feel like the guy. Ain't telling you shit, you just tryna pry
We staying lit like the 4th of July. We ain't your average guys
But the pain you can see in my eyes. Niggas fake, I can see your disguise
Call you mans, you pop out like surprise. We finna pull up and spray him
Face him, I got the slimes and we dangerous. We finna shoot close range him
We some dogs, that you niggas ain't taming. The sun never shine when it's raining
Y'all niggas ain't gang what y'all bangin'. How you throw up that shit, you ain't claiming?
Pop me a perk, shit feel like juggernog. Shit really work
Took a lot more, Effects were adverse. Doing this shit to myself and it hurt
Like, what is the purpose? Smoking this shit to calm my nervous system
Feel a glitch up in my system. Sanity feel so distant
Smoking on cookies, that shit got a kick. Bitch, I'm balling, not talking bout Vick
Go to the trap if you want you a brick. Niggas envy that shit, got me sick
Got me sick to my stomach. You not my bro, can not meet you in public
I'm in the tropics, you somewhere rustic. Don't wanna talk, that's the end of discussion
And, it's kinda funny. Bitches be different when you got the money
Used to be broke, now I'm in Ambercrombie, Used to be broke, now there's too much stuffed in my wallet
Bring sum to the table and get you a fraction. Hit him twice, got him leaning like Jackson
On my grind, do this shit with a passion. Niggas diss on the net for reactions
Murder, she wrote. Don't fold under pressure, we always was told
I keep a sweater, sometimes it get cold. Free all the real, a lot of niggas told
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What? What is the purpose? What is the point
Answers we seek within our own mind. Bitch, I don't give a f*ck about the time
Only way up, bitch, Imma a climb
How you snitch on the bro? we gon' teach em' a lesson
Fighting demons, that shit get depressing. I step out the crib, I don't got no expression
So good with this shit, they say it's a profession
And I walk with a weapon. Always be nervous, I always be stressing
Mind full of demons, they always just test me. Feel like I'm different, no one understand me
When I get rich, I'ma cop me a house on the water
Mainly for my son and my daughter. For them, I'm a shoot man
This shit ain't a warm-up. Walk in the spot and I'm poured up
Too many tries, too many lies, too many cries. You don't know me till you've seen through my eyes
Walk in the spot and I feel like the guy. Ain't telling you shit, you just tryna pry
We staying lit like the 4th of July. We ain't your average guys
But the pain you can see in my eyes. Niggas fake, I can see your disguise
Call you mans, you pop out like surprise. We finna pull up and spray him
Face him, I got the slimes and we dangerous. We finna shoot close range him
We some dogs, that you niggas ain't taming. The sun never shine when it's raining
Y'all niggas ain't gang what y'all bangin'. How you throw up that shit, you ain't claiming?
Pop me a perk, shit feel like juggernog. Shit really work
Took a lot more, Effects were adverse. Doing this shit to myself and it hurt
Like, what is the purpose? Smoking this shit to calm my nervous system
Feel a glitch up in my system. Sanity feel so distant
Smoking on cookies, that shit got a kick. Bitch, I'm balling, not talking bout Vick
Go to the trap if you want you a brick. Niggas envy that shit, got me sick
Got me sick to my stomach. You not my bro, can not meet you in public
I'm in the tropics, you somewhere rustic. Don't wanna talk, that's the end of discussion
And, it's kinda funny. Bitches be different when you got the money
Used to be broke, now I'm in Ambercrombie, Used to be broke, now there's too much stuffed in my wallet
Bring sum to the table and get you a fraction. Hit him twice, got him leaning like Jackson
On my grind, do this shit with a passion. Niggas diss on the net for reactions
Murder, she wrote. Don't fold under pressure, we always was told
I keep a sweater, sometimes it get cold. Free all the real, a lot of niggas told
Answers we seek within our own mind. Bitch, I don't give a f*ck about the time
Only way up, bitch, Imma a climb
How you snitch on the bro? we gon' teach em' a lesson
Fighting demons, that shit get depressing. I step out the crib, I don't got no expression
So good with this shit, they say it's a profession
And I walk with a weapon. Always be nervous, I always be stressing
Mind full of demons, they always just test me. Feel like I'm different, no one understand me
When I get rich, I'ma cop me a house on the water
Mainly for my son and my daughter. For them, I'm a shoot man
This shit ain't a warm-up. Walk in the spot and I'm poured up
Too many tries, too many lies, too many cries. You don't know me till you've seen through my eyes
Walk in the spot and I feel like the guy. Ain't telling you shit, you just tryna pry
We staying lit like the 4th of July. We ain't your average guys
But the pain you can see in my eyes. Niggas fake, I can see your disguise
Call you mans, you pop out like surprise. We finna pull up and spray him
Face him, I got the slimes and we dangerous. We finna shoot close range him
We some dogs, that you niggas ain't taming. The sun never shine when it's raining
Y'all niggas ain't gang what y'all bangin'. How you throw up that shit, you ain't claiming?
Pop me a perk, shit feel like juggernog. Shit really work
Took a lot more, Effects were adverse. Doing this shit to myself and it hurt
Like, what is the purpose? Smoking this shit to calm my nervous system
Feel a glitch up in my system. Sanity feel so distant
Smoking on cookies, that shit got a kick. Bitch, I'm balling, not talking bout Vick
Go to the trap if you want you a brick. Niggas envy that shit, got me sick
Got me sick to my stomach. You not my bro, can not meet you in public
I'm in the tropics, you somewhere rustic. Don't wanna talk, that's the end of discussion
And, it's kinda funny. Bitches be different when you got the money
Used to be broke, now I'm in Ambercrombie, Used to be broke, now there's too much stuffed in my wallet
Bring sum to the table and get you a fraction. Hit him twice, got him leaning like Jackson
On my grind, do this shit with a passion. Niggas diss on the net for reactions
Murder, she wrote. Don't fold under pressure, we always was told
I keep a sweater, sometimes it get cold. Free all the real, a lot of niggas told
Writer: Chris Holmes, Chris Weschler
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