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Higher Purpose

What you know bout me
Same young nigga from the same damn crew made it out to the west from the same
damn street
Still smoke gas walking around still smelling like the same old reek
I’m Tyreke with the speed climbing hills where the eyes peak
Niggas watch when you fly pray to god will he die please
Hell Na too Alive g, in a Jeep with a mean creek need a Mitsubishi like I’m
left eye riding round still drinking crown rye Before I tell you lies I won’t
tell a bitch shit
I’m so good with the game I might make a bitch quit
And she don’t want shit but don’t cheat and good dick that’s cool
Don’t really like rules but for you I do
Ever since I left school boy I been a damn fool writing words tryna make a mil
off the damn tunes
In a world real cool
With everything in fucking Auto tune
I swear I oughta slap the shit up out the nigga tryna say that he the hottest
dude
That’s like saying you coldest cube
And everybody already know you a real square dude
They look at me like the square root
The truest version of whatever type of nigga that you tryna prove
But who you really is
At the crib with my kid tryna tell him bout the coop bout to hop up in the
coupe sheesh
I dun came a long way from the stang in the street niggas bang with the heat
Nigga use to roll around bad thang and a piece I’m the mane bout to give her
Terrence D
Nigga fuck the fame I just wanna million g’s got a million Lil g’s tryna end up
like P
You hear a nigga on a kill streak?
On every beat I spazz out pass out without a doubt not a single damn person in
the crowd not amazed tryna follow every path that I blazed stop playing nigga
blaze like dame nigga baze like kent me and you we ain’t the same nigga
You heaven sent, I was born from the flames nigga
I big flow all I ever knew was rain nigga
I speak life all I ever knew was pain nigga
I know the pain nigga
When tryna build something out the grain nigga
And tryna do better just feel like you going down the drain nigga
And plus you getting older start to feel you can’t hang nigga, real life hang
man
You either figure out this shit or be a dead man
I deadpan every time I speak real shit
You go through it just to grow through it
I pour more so I can flow stupid
I hit the stage and let the hoes lose it
So much love it’s like I stole Cupid
It’s like I found the damn pattern like a damn Rubiks
I drink Henny then I roll Cubans
Then hit the mark that’s the lottery nigga I know a lot of these niggas they
like to lie on the witness I’m on the side with the real ones I’m blowing loud
in the building my homies proud that I’m killing they look at me see no
ceilings sheesh
Rest In Peace GP, King E, Taybone, Lil Dre, Big Jokk
Rest In Peace Marquis that’s the big bro got a million text when you passed and
my whole world stopped
Rest In Peace to my cuz Lil Curt and my boy Lil Rod from the block
How many niggas gotta die before that shit stop?
How many niggas gotta die before that shit stop
How many niggas gotta die before the shock stop from hearing bout it
No longer scared of death I took the fear up out it
I sip a beer and just forget about it
I’m smoking weed to be a better person
Somebody died I need to hear about it
Because I’m searching for a higher purpose
How many niggas gotta die before that shit stop
How many niggas gotta die before the shock stop from hearing bout it
No longer scared of death I took the fear up out it
I sip a beer and just forget about it
I’m smoking weed to be a better person
Somebody died I need to hear about it
Because I’m searching for a higher purpose