Purpose (Ft. G Herbo) – Calboy – letras

I found my purposeNiggas know I’m in first placeNiggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brainNiggas dissin’ me, might catch him in the worst wayKash, turn me up a little bitNiggas know I’m in first placeNiggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brainNiggas dissin’ me, might catch him in the worst wayAnd my shawty gon’ blow his candles out like birthdayAnd my shooter’s gun squad might pull up to your workplaceOh, yeah, ayy, I’m tryna count these bandsI ain’t talkin’ ’bout bird gate, but I’m tryna hop in this bedOn the block we lurkin’, shoot a fuck nigga in the headBroke niggas make me nervous, I just wanna count these deadsFucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain’t even count my medsBitch, I ain’t lackin’, I grip this 30, nigga wan’ tweak it’, I’m sprayin’And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these gramsHad to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, « I’ll be damned »I just been smokin’ Gelato, I got a drill full of hollowsI got a bitch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallowWoke up one morning and [?] my niggas had popped me a bottleNow the whole gang pullin’ up in them Bentleys, we used to be deep in the TahoesI’m the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand and I still don’t give no fuckIf you stuck in that jam, you’d tell on your mans, don’t talk to me ’bout no trustRounds, rounds, we let ’em bust, wanna get wild? Then, nigga, it’s upSmoke out the pound, nigga, I’m stuck, them killers around so you can get touchedFucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain’t even count my medsBitch, I ain’t lackin’, I grip this 30, nigga wan’ tweak it’, I’m sprayin’And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these gramsHad to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, « I’ll be damned »Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain’t even count my medsBitch, I ain’t lackin’, I grip this 30, nigga wan’ tweak it’, I’m sprayin’And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these gramsHad to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, « I’ll be damned »I’m in my bag and my Birkin, hope you don’t take shit personalA nigga had to get rich on purpose, been tryna make shit work with youI was in too deep with gorillas, walk in the means with killersNow I’m in [?] , tryna figure out somewhere the youngins can eat in the winterBorn sinner, foreign whipper, Dior princeHad to switch up my old image, I’m a cold niggaI was frontline with most my hittas, I prolly roll with youPussy, hangin’ with who told, you ain’t no differentAnd when I get in mode, I can feel my soul shiftin’I been through so much shit, you might feel involved listenin’Gotta duck cops, know they wanna give us all sentencesBut I’m on a mission, the money gon’ come [?] ’cause niggas was riskin’ itFucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain’t even count my medsBitch, I ain’t lackin’, I grip this 30, nigga wan’ tweak it’, I’m sprayin’And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these gramsHad to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, « I’ll be damned »Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain’t even count my medsBitch, I ain’t lackin’, I grip this 30, nigga wan’ tweak it’, I’m sprayin’And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these gramsHad to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, « I’ll be damned »Delta Air LinesSponsored by Delta Air LinesSeu Conforto Vem Primeiro!Kash, gonturb ead