Lyrics Group Chats (Purpose) - Dear Silas , Trae Tha Truth

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose
Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos
Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools
Livin' in my purpose, hell, nah, I can't fuck with you

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose
Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos
Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools
Livin' in my purpose, I been Livin' in my, uh

I can't fuck with all these niggas, always crying about helping me
Keep that lame shit from 'round me, not tryna catch that disease
Please don't hit my line if you not tryna hit up that fee
I need all my paper, if I went blind I would still see green
Always be the loudest niggas who blocking and do the most

If you run yo' mouth fuck up the vibe, then I'm throwing bows
Stay bopping and got no goals, but copping designer clothes
Then you wonder why you broke and can't never get you no hoes?
Please excuse my French to all my ladies who at my shows
Just rapping what's on my mind in the booth, you know how it goes

Talk 'bout the lame ass motherfuckers
Who be talkin' 'bout, mane you know what?
Toot that, toot that

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose
Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos
Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools
Livin' in my purpose, hell, nah, I can't fuck with you

Damn, why these niggas hating on IG?
I'm slabbin' these Maybach doors
I was broke, these hoes ain't want me, now I'm finna pay back hoes
Brand-new crib, new bag, and a time piece, damn ya just can't beat those
Want it, I go and I get it, nobody gon' stop me, I just can't see no's
I'm in the city hanging like a banner, you 'on wanna get in my way, no (no)
Shit go up and I play fasho, it a new bag they hate more
Thinking 'bout where I came and where I started

Everyone else departed on the low
Checkin' my list I feel like I'm a sto
Thinking 'bout shit that I done felt before
I know these niggas be worthless, I gotta step in my purpose (step in my purpose)
I'm fly, might take 'em to church, got 'em feeling like a Sunday service (Sunday service)
They know my spirit be different, that's probably why them niggas nervous (why them niggas nervous)
I'm in that penthouse, somewhere at the top, you barely scratch the surface (for real)

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose
Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos
Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools
Livin' in my purpose, hell, nah, I can't fuck with you

Hit the gas, I been on ten
Niggas mad, I don't need friends
I been stacking up these wins
Take it on yo' chinny, chin-chin
Heading down I-55
Freelons used to go live
'Fore I hit the crib, need a leg
Pepper with the Church's Chicken thigh
Will I make a Billie? I don't know

But I bet I make it cross the globe
(But I bet I make it cross the globe)
By the time my niece is turning four, damn I already did that?
Went to Paris then I came back
Went and got a fuckin' big bag
Twenty thousand screaming out "Jack"
Yeah, yeah, uhh!

The fuck you talking 'bout
I already did that shit
Pussy ass nigga, ah!

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose
Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos
Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools
Livin' in my purpose, hell, nah, I can't fuck with you

(I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around, got no time to lose)
(Workin' all that flaugin', I been dodging 'em bugaboos)
(Lurkin' on my timeline, no time for them lazy fools)
(Livin' in my purpose, hell, nah, I can't fuck with you)