Lyrics PURPOSE - LA SALA

We pull up nigga, creep up nigga
Smoke them niggaz
I know where they be at
And thats it nigga
Lets see whats up with them niggaz there
Lets see, Lets see who laugh last man

Hop out Suburbans
Young Niggaz, be swerving
First shot we gon miss it but
Nigga he did it on purpose
Busting the 2 then the 3
Then a nigga he sent to the surface
Now a nigga on the front page
In the grave, for the purchase
Grave for the what

Bitch I'm
Mood Swinging
PTSD while I'm sippin
Everyday that my eyes open
I know that I'm bless But A nigga stay hopeless
They be saying I be doing too much
Toss it Up hoe I'm living my life
Never had shit came out the mud
Paid the cost now I'm livin' on top like
I be bossin, Money All In
Need the Barclays I sell out the Garden
My ambition on Nipsey, I ain't really crippin
But I'm finna run marathons bitch
Big Blue, that's a Yankee
Pinstripes what I'm jackin
If aint 102 or LA SALA
I promise my city we makin it happen
Mob Ties, Drizzy
Finna Link up with the Bros
And we planning it out, no case no slippin
If they huntin me down, repercussions come round
It really don't make no difference like
If they huntin me down, repercussions come round
It really don't make no difference like
Gun em down, Gun em down we gon get em

It's 5-28 (Eight)
I remember the day aye
11-5 I been praying high
To Blaxk and Jose hey
Thinking about all my niggaz
Above the ground, Ain't see early graves
I pray that we living up more life
And dodge jealousy's

She wanna fuck with a real nigga, Trill nigga
I pop a perky too heal quicker
2 Opps in the field
Niggas know im quick to drill a nigga
Free all my bros thats on lock down
They killed Pop got me hot now
Drop top with a price on my head
I'm feeling like Pac now
Ambition born to lose but we built to win
Killed Blaxk But I'm really him
So every bar man I'm going in
9Milly tighting loose ends
Quarter Milly i was 21, 22 I let the devil in
But I'm blessed now kuz I'm heaven sent

It's 5-28 (Eight)
I remember the day aye
11-5 I been praying high
To Blaxk and Jose hey
Thinking about all my niggaz
Above the ground, Ain't see early graves
I pray that we living up more life
And dodge jealousy's

I'm screaming Dior Dior
Now thats all I rock for the shoot
They took away Pop now all of my niggaz
My niggaz is Woo ooh ah
Run the city, all my niggaz know
Its jiggy, run it up, give it up

Them niggaz don't want no beef
My nigga c'mon, you got a gun
And you shootin' in the air
C'mon thats like shooting me
And leaving me alive nigga
I'm gon come back at you now harder