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letra de purpose (poem) - d-bando

n-gga what’s yo’ purpose
to learn the tools of the trade to get paid?
ridin’ sw-ngas or blades on escalades
f-ckin’ off ya diamonds for spades? (yeah)
but we playin’ poker n-gga
comin’ through masked up like the joker n-gga
ridin’ with a purpose cause these n-ggas don’t wanna see you with nothin’
that’s why i stay screwed up slicin’ and cuttin’
with my finger on the trigger ready to bin laden the b-tton (yeah)
n-gga i know what my purpose is, and it’s not to just get on
n-gga my bread and my team strong
but now since my momma dead and gone
it’s fourth and long, and i’ll blast a n-gga ass clean up out that endzone
and turn that clean-ass slab into a fly-ass tombstone (yeah)
cause i know what goin’ beyond the surface do
and what you n-ggas don’t realize is these hoes out here got a purpose too
n-gga it’s cbs, and we so hungry you can see it in my eyes
with sheep’s clothes on, n-gga i’m a wolf in disguise (yeah)
f-ckin’ with them pies
and if you dream about f-ckin’ over me
n-gga you better wake up and apologize (sh-t)
cause i done took my chances, and that sh-t done paid off
prayin’ to god to bless my grind
so when i saw the sunshine that’s when i know he had took the shade off (yeah)
cause them other kinda n-ggas be hatin’ on n-ggas like us
but them n-ggas take chances on that road be waitin’ on n-ggas like us
n-gga it’s not the principle it’s the purpose, so n-gga mind ya bidness
‘fore i f-ck yo’ ass off and they won’t find no witness
i’m f-ckin with d-bando and we both turnt up
so if you playin’ with fire, then you gon’ get browned
my bad, i mean you gon’ get yo ass burned up (sh-t)
cause i ride with a purpose, live with a purpose
and if it’s a th-rn in my side, n-gga i’mma take it out
and playin’ with my bread, you’ll be like daniel in the lion’s den
the only difference is, yo’ ass ain’t gon’ make it out (n-gga)
if you ain’t got no purpose then you must be doin’ this sh-t for fun
it ain’t nothin’ new up under the sun
n-ggas say they bar none, but when that drum get to beatin’
they ass be the first one to break and run (yeah)
these n-ggas done burnt the game and gave it hepatitis herpes
shallow ass n-ggas can’t go beyond the surface
and if yo’ ass still broke but claimin’ yo’ squad
n-gga you better wake yo’ ass up and find yo’ purpose (yeah)
purpose

- d bando

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