Lyrics Purpose - Jco , Stewie

Growing up, I had it all confused
The grand scheme of things was all jumbled news
Had a circle round me of a certain few
Not the people always fighting over certain views

I refuse to back down, I will not lose
Music is my life, that's shit I had to choose
Something I had to do, not looking back at you
I'm looking forward to the memories imma make in the future

At first I was unsure if this was the right path
Thought it was an outlet to escape to when I'm mad
Seeing all these people making music on iPads
And now I'm fully certain what I've got ain't a sight gag

It's all in the letters
This song of my words
I used to love coming home
And going straight into work

But now I don't come home
Because I don't even leave
I made my job disappear
With a trick up my sleeve

Man, it was all I could do
To keep my head above water
And get myself up out that place
Working for hourly dollars

I want that salary pay
Fuck off with hourly wage
I'd rather earn my fucking paycheck
With the album I made

Imma be my own boss
That's a promise to God
See me heave an old loss
Least I'm honest with y'all

Simply leave when I want
I work on my own clock
Every line is tight
Like I was writing with Botox

At least I have a purpose
At least I have a purpose
At least I know I'm worth it
That my talent isn't worthless

At least I have a purpose
At least I have a purpose
I'm not like every other person
I'm certain I'm burning verses

Man, I knew that I was meant for this shit
Right off of the desk in the hospital room, felt 100%

Sure about the possibility of anything and everything that could've, would've, should've happened
But I'm done with it, bitch

I learned it the hard way
That I was fucking killing shit
So put me on Broadway
Like holy shit, how ill is this?

I'm pretty fucking dope
I've been learning as a lyricist
A little love and hope
Takes me further as the realest in

The game I'm dominating, contemplating on my next move
Lyrically persuading, and Tom Brady has my best proof
Hey, I'm just crazy, make me wanna inhale a chest full
Chill it on the hating, debating who disrespectful

I don't fuck with fake shit
All these rappers make-shift
Everybody wanna get up on their hate shit
I hate it, so face it, J is the greatest kid who can make hits

Moved up from the basement
Lately, I'm making shit that I am super happy with while everyone's flaking

No one cares about my music more than I do
Did this shit instead of fucking high school
Whatchu know about it?

Tryna rap as a white dude
Put the tap up in my shoes.
Really rightful, spiteful, I know when the night falls
I might die before the night that I lose

At least I have a purpose
At least I have a purpose
At least I know I'm worth it
That my talent isn't worthless

At least I have a purpose
At least I have a purpose
I'm not like every other person
I'm certain I'm burning verses