Higher Purpose

Galaxy

What you know bout me

Same young nigga from the same damn crew made it out to the west from the same damn street

Still smoke gas walking around still smelling like the same old reek

I’m Tyreke with the speed climbing hills where the eyes peak

Niggas watch when you fly pray to god will he die please

Hell Na too Alive g, in a Jeep with a mean creek need a Mitsubishi like I’m left eye riding round still drinking crown rye Before I tell you lies I won’t tell a bitch shit

I’m so good with the game I might make a bitch quit

And she don’t want shit but don’t cheat and good dick that’s cool

Don’t really like rules but for you I do

Ever since I left school boy I been a damn fool writing words tryna make a mil off the damn tunes

In a world real cool

With everything in fucking Auto tune

I swear I oughta slap the shit up out the nigga tryna say that he the hottest dude

That’s like saying you coldest cube

And everybody already know you a real square dude

They look at me like the square root

The truest version of whatever type of nigga that you tryna prove

But who you really is

At the crib with my kid tryna tell him bout the coop bout to hop up in the coupe sheesh

I dun came a long way from the stang in the street niggas bang with the heat

Nigga use to roll around bad thang and a piece I’m the mane bout to give her Terrence D

Nigga fuck the fame I just wanna million g’s got a million Lil g’s tryna end up like P

You hear a nigga on a kill streak?

On every beat I spazz out pass out without a doubt not a single damn person in the crowd not amazed tryna follow every path that I blazed stop playing nigga blaze like dame nigga baze like kent me and you we ain’t the same nigga

You heaven sent, I was born from the flames nigga

I big flow all I ever knew was rain nigga

I speak life all I ever knew was pain nigga

I know the pain nigga

When tryna build something out the grain nigga

And tryna do better just feel like you going down the drain nigga

And plus you getting older start to feel you can’t hang nigga, real life hang man

You either figure out this shit or be a dead man

I deadpan every time I speak real shit

You go through it just to grow through it

I pour more so I can flow stupid

I hit the stage and let the hoes lose it

So much love it’s like I stole Cupid

It’s like I found the damn pattern like a damn Rubiks

I drink Henny then I roll Cubans

Then hit the mark that’s the lottery nigga I know a lot of these niggas they like to lie on the witness I’m on the side with the real ones I’m blowing loud in the building my homies proud that I’m killing they look at me see no ceilings sheesh

Rest In Peace GP, King E, Taybone, Lil Dre, Big Jokk

Rest In Peace Marquis that’s the big bro got a million text when you passed and my whole world stopped

Rest In Peace to my cuz Lil Curt and my boy Lil Rod from the block

How many niggas gotta die before that shit stop?

How many niggas gotta die before that shit stop

How many niggas gotta die before the shock stop from hearing bout it

No longer scared of death I took the fear up out it

I sip a beer and just forget about it

I’m smoking weed to be a better person

Somebody died I need to hear about it