Lyrics:
expandin' a little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks, occupying at Wall Street
But I'm torn in the studio,
God's plan
Thats not God's plan
Thats that mans plan
Praying for my city with my praying hands
Got God with me thats that Guidance
1 Time for
Or evil knievel
It's all for the people
Touchdown like I'm Stegall
My bombers will eat you
The teacher will teach you
Purpose go demon
I Flow like
day,
I wiped your venom from off my face.
Learnt to remove you
From my space,
cnd all of your lies,
I see right through.
cnd you made me believe in
all you dream of is dough
So
Packman packman yea thats me
Yea I be like
Packman packman yea thats me
Look check me out uh
Crack man Weed man
the team
This the one for all the people who support my music
Gotta flex these muscles if I don’t then imma lose it
Tell me what to say man I aint gonna do
Way too many people got my number never hit me up
So I had to get another line I had to switch it up
How she let me hit it then call her man to pick
There go paparazzi
I gotta say cheese
Wearing my Versaces
No pics please
Feeling like Pac
All eyes on me
Look I don't take no losses
I might step back
There go paparazzi
I gotta say cheese
Wearing my Versaces
No pics please
Feeling like Pac
All eyes on me
Look I don't take no losses
I might step back
bye to your bitches
Man of the people I'm one of the realest
Ask bout a nigga my drip is the illest (Woah)
All of my bitches the sickest (Woah)
Hang
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my
doing it all by my self
Man, They got me on beast mode
I got em on sneak mode
I'm pressing her buttons
I'm down with the key strokes
Yo where did the hits
scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 aint tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha
and tribulations
Ain't no joke
And in my city, it's no hope
And people dying everyday
My enemies, I keep 'em close
Stay in my lane, and I can't choke
Real recognize
playing my part
Spinning my staff whipping up stormz
And I rest at the heart watching the ocean part
Gotta go with my people out of the wasteland
Babylon
and glamor to my arsenal
of Gods, pimps to players and layers of Deceptions
My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon
Makin people in the business get
playa hater and he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads
So I choose to floss 'cause who's the boss, let's ink it
(Oh)
Tryna deliver my purpose
And take a shit on my burdens (Damn, man)
I'm just me, no, I ain't a victim to hurtin'
I just see all the people livin'
to god I'm making this whole song my fucking anthem
Jello man jello stands I'm too fucking handsome
Bitches all around me they come and go like a fandom
men still ball
We just gotta use the liniments
We out here stretching
Out the ligaments
Niggas definitively wack
And y'all defending it
We spitting
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway
A working
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two
in me
Now my mama believe in me
And i know that she proud of me
Cause all of my life man the people always doubted me
But nowadays we popping
Overdo overdo yea
Na You wey You dey do You dey do
Yeza
You no dey need any man oh God
You can do this all by Yourself
What You cannot do we don't
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