LIL NARDØ - Purpose

They tell you to find purpose in life, it's a funny one
They do believe you're destined for great things
But I don't know
I know my purpose
And it's to get money and get it a lot
This is my time and I'm taking my shot
Not going down and I'll never give up
I know my purpose
Making my family rich is my job
I'll keep on going till I'm at the top
If my people ain't good then you know I won't stop
It's every morning, My brain got me focused
I'm sitting here zoning, Struggle to get up
I'm thinking about my mistakes and l how I could've done different so I l could go be enough
Three in the morning, I'm sitting here struggling, I can't think straight, everything is a blur
I'll stick to pouring to help with the coping and shit I am already feeling a buzz
I know my purpose
And it's to get money and get it a lot
This is my time and I'm taking my shot
Not going down and I'll never give up
I know my purpose
Making my family rich is my job
I'll keep on going till I'm at the top
if my people ain't good then you know I won't stop
Slap myself just to keep focused
Telling myself keep on going
Got all these problems, they're piling up but you know that I won't let you notice
This is my grind and this is my work
This is my time and this is my world
Back to back hits, every drop it's absurd
If I go to the party, you know it gon' get
Fired up, yeah, we gon' fire it up
We gon' fire it up, yeah, we gon' fire it up
Man, I walk it like I talk it cause I know my shit's the bomb
These motherfuckers 'ddicted tryna get my every flaw
Motherfuckers hated, now they realize it's their loss
fitted in Balenciaga, used to shop at Ross
Love my girl so much, no protection, hit it raw
I'm that motherfucker, I'm the motherfucking don
Overtake the comp, I'm the king like I'm LeBron
Soon the world gon' know, they gon' sing my every song
Write the cheek, I get the money, then I'm cool to entertain
Reason I get hit up cause I ain't no fucking lame
Then I add it up, add it up, add it up Add the money fucking up, yeah,
In the trance, haters turn to fans
Bet they gonna shut me out whenever there's a chance
Counting up the money, I'm just tryna make bands
Dressing like a skater, man, you know I rep vans
In the sand, feet in the sand
In California chilling, man, you know I'm up next
Tryna be so rich that I can go and buy a land
My girl, she so fine, man, she know that she a ten

Written by:
Leonardo Salinas

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