PURPOSE

Lyrics

[Intro: Devon Bell] I think rap is my— I know rap is my— They say rap is the— [Hook] (I think) Rap is my purpose Nigga, life like a circus I'm surrounded by clowns Tell me God, is it worth it? Hater watchin' while you lurkin' Take a shot, for me, it's worth it Cuz you know that I'm ? Been young and inspired ? ? You know rap is my purpose Purpose Purpose Purpose [Verse 1: Devon Bell] Flow Paparazzi, picture perfect dro Watch this chick, she tweakin', twerkin' yo I think you need to put the work in me ??, yeah ?? when Like, "you heard, miss?" (What?) Slappin her shit I'll have her shakin' like she nervous When I bake it like a roast ?? could get a toast He labeled Fеtty ?? ghost Shoutout to Ghetto Olympics, see Cuz I feel like the Ghеtto Olympics we From Pea street to Hilltop, Bang Rollie Dream How could these niggas belittle me? I'm a big g-I ain't with a little tree But the minds blazed, literally Same way how I did the beat The same way how I did the sheet The pretty dame I had in these sheets Now they sayin' fake industry Nah, playboy, I'm in these streets On the road, duckin' C-O-Ps City flow, tryna see more green With the bros, tryna bust a scene Seen a pretty woa', shawty, whatchu mean? Shawty said she want a tip from me Yeah I got a tip It's on the -ick and she laugh Hoe said that I mack her shit so perfectly That's a fact but rap is where my purpose is, b [Hook: Devon Bell] Rap is my purpose Nigga, life like a circus I'm surrounded by clowns Tell me God, is it worth it? Hater watchin' while you lurkin' Take a shot, for me, it's worth it Cuz you know that I'm ? ? ? Rap is my purpose [Verse 2: Dyme-A-Duzin] Never been into the politicin' Pussy niggas trollin' to get y'all attention Hype is live, but ain't no talent in 'em ?? cloud, they don't got a vision Fuck this new wave and they top contenders I don't rate 'em cuz dickriding's y'all religion Fuck that fake shit, I'd rather diss 'em I don't do all the dog shit, I'd rather pit them This is our Olympics Light up the torch with the grabba in it Sprint to the trap with the hardest tenants On the track cuz the government boxin' niggas Divin' and swimmin' and soccer kickin' Coke with a condom, that's kinda fencin' Strokin' the likes out of all kinds of women They want rings now my wife call me condescendin' I make condom bitches Fuck it You had you a shot and missed it Still defendin' your pride that's why y'all offended Oh, I kinda get it But Dyme-A different Dyme-A send 'em at ya signin' sinnin' Slide 'em and bring if you got the jitters This is not a subliminal shot, I meant it They already crowned me I don't get no juice in Brooklyn if I body me a zombie nigga My grandma was a singer for the Isley's and shit (that's facts) Mama singing choir, reading bibles and shit Papa moved that powder, couple homi's and shit Okay SolaGod right beside me, bitch, I'm bound to be rich [Outro] (Yeah) (Yeah) (Welcome, welcome) (Yeah) (Whoo) (Rap is my fuckin purpose, man) (Pardon my language) (Pardon the interruption) (It's fuckin litty)