Purpose

By MO3

On Shottaz 3.0

Released on March 15, 2018

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Bismillah-ir Rahman-ir Rahim (As-Salaam)

Hamdulilah (As-Salaam-Alaikum)

Rabbil-alamin (Wa-Alaykum As-Salaam)

Ar rahman-ir rahim (Wa-Alaykum As-Salaam)

Maliki-o yawmiddin (wooooh)

Iyyaka na'budu wa iyyaka nasta'in

Ihdinas Sirat-al can't forget mustaqim


[Verse 1]

Yeah, tryna get up, out here knocking

He looking like daddy I'm eating this bottle ain't done

Micky Mouse what my lil n*gga watching

I keep hearing knocking, it hit me, I thought about Suge

Posted up with my lil youngin Lyles, run in my condo they shoot down on me and my son

Tore my shit up, detective she cool

Made a call to my lawyer, got out on 100k bond

Hit 'em (where they go), talkin bout the victim

Apology to my hitters, i gotta get'em before they kill us

Prosecutor not with it us, they need the jury to deliver

Looking and Looking I found the nigga that was with us

Couple killers who with it, ready to get at your guerrillas

Gun in my face, told the law I surrender

Top floor of my condo won't jump out this window

The life that I live, I told ALLAH protect me

This lethal weapon is all I remember

Dope in that "Stolo" I drove like a renter

B*tch it got real, and he knew he be __________

Haters they wishing, they catch me lacking and slipping

Convict me, I won't let them do it

No weapon against me shall prosper I promise

So you want this chain you gon' have to shoot me

Here come that Uzi, Calico, 44, that Ruger no upping it unless I use it

I was just broke, in a b*tch, eating noodles

Now I'm with Junior when I'm out In Houston

Trap with that Rifle, bad like I'm Michael

Oh you a street fighter, get hit with Hadouken

They feel my pain when they turn on my music

B*tch eat my dick then I burn off and lose it

Yeah!


[Hook]

They don't know my struggle, they hate that I made it (I made it yeah)

I come from nothing my stomach was aching (I was f*cked up)

B*tches wouldn't f*ck me they say I was basic (I was basic)

And they wouldn't give me nothing, not even no conversation (they wouldn't talk to me yeah)

But I stood up like a soldier and told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)

Came from the streets my struggle bleak, when I step on that pavement (we na murda boi yeah)

The way I held it down you can tell I was anxious (for real)

Ain't that a b*itch my n*ggas switched when they seen I got paper


[Verse 2]

It's larger than life I know they want to come after me

Look what you doing, you leading the youth

When they interrogate you, about the Islamic nation, just know that there's power, you speaking the truth

There's a strong combination, they treat him like 'Pac but he talk like he Malcolm, I sleep in a zoo

When I stand in the booth, another brother never do what I do

I'm a fool, I make a hater salute

I was just broke, how could you hate me

I slept on the floor, my food was outdated

Same n*ggas I love, now they want to snake me

ALLAH forgive me if I have to take em

Go to the funeral, that is outrageous

40 Glock on my hip, make him rockabye baby

Got down on my knees and prostrated, I made it

Society hate me, they say that I'm crazy


[Hook]

They don't know my struggle, they hate that I made it (I made it yeah)

I come from nothing my stomach was aching (I was f*cked up)

B*tches wouldn't f*ck me they say I was basic (I was basic)

And they wouldn't give me nothing, not even no conversation (they wouldn't talk to me yeah)

But I stood up like a soldier and told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)

Came from the streets my struggle bleak, when I step on that pavement (me na murda boi yeah)

The way I held it down you can tell I was anxious (I was anxious)

Ain't that a b*itch my n*ggas switched when they seen I got paper

As-Salaam-Alaikum, Islam Nation huh

Wa rahmatullah, I trap with that gun

You better run, I'm gon' hold my Tom

Yehehe-yooo