Lyrics

[Commentary: Brad Strut] Dead the shenanigans, dead the circus We about to step into some shit, with that man, Purpose [Intro: Purpose] Do it like this [Verse: Purpose] Ay yo, if you're lookin' for trouble, ya found it Better cling to your rep 'cause you're nothin' without it I had 'em all wonderin', "Where the fuck is the album?!" I'm last, come on, kiddies, don't worry about it, yeah Rappin', sex, money and power But as long as I'm here, I'ma do somethin' about it Put me in the history books beside the Hilltop Hoods Number one position, goddamn, I'm feelin' good If ya look in my eyes, you'll see Don't nobody rock me quite like P I don't battle no more, I spit a style that's free When I could be rollin' in paper like 'Pac in '93 Heads in the street now, they know I'll prevail This scene's layin' in its coffin', I'm holdin' the nails My record's finna drop rappers right over the rail So when my album drops, so do your sales This a warnin' shot, we headin' for the top You got an album? Better call it off before it drops 'Cause as long as I'm alive, I ain't never fallin' off Your look talk a lot but ain't callin' shots PE makin' moves, we second to none AFM in the cut, steady, tearin' it up And I am Michael Corleone and the DoN fam (Why?) Got fans in the front like, "Goddamn"