Zodiac - Purpose

There comes a point in a man’s life Where he sit back and he asks Himself why do I do this what am I Here for what’s my purpose
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this is what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
niggas do anything for that cream, cream
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
Bitches do anything for that cream cream
I do this for my god sons
Love’ em like they god’s son
Need a purpose I got one
Need the bag I ain’t got none grinding hard just get one
It ain’t hard to get shit done motivation better get some
I do this cause it’s big fun
Nigga spitting them big puns
catch a Big L flow like this I can’t fail Favorite rapper better I can’t tell
Is it because I ain’t sell a quarter mill That’s how you feel
Well fuck you and that quarter mill Like another male in bill cell
Promise Nigga I will sell
Trying to pull off in that Christian Bale you hear the whip get back man I’ll have these jokers saying please somebody get Batman
I’m all about the cause more gifted Than Santa Claus me and my queen Like latifah we ready to set it off
What you know about that grind That hustler state of mind
Get it by any means cause money’s The same as time
And time cannot be wasted
I cannot be complacent
Demons they always chasing when They catch me then they ask
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
Niggas do anything for that cream, cream
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
Bitches do anything for that cream cream
I do this for them niggas that ain’t gotta choice
That gotta voice ain’t got no remorse
When they shoot to kill when they rob and steal
Ain’t nobody there shit’s unfair when nobody care
Cops is killing crooked ass niggas Clock is ticking
Revolution coming judgment coming
Gods is up to something
Yeah we up to something
Drop That heat got my niggas jumping
Quarterback my team twelve on me like Brady
Twelve on me shit is crazy
12 more problems than jay z
Only talk to the mic never needed a mic check
Never talked about my diamonds I be on that subtle flex
Tryna save it to invest
I don’t use it to impress
Y’all want gold on your chest
I want more zeros on my checks
Bitch I’ve never settle for less
made these niggas pay what they owe
Some people say I’m the best
Guess what bitch I already know
Hoe
I’m Lyrical with the bars
You know I’m sick with flow
You gotta know who you are
And what you do this shit for
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
niggas do anything for that cream, cream
You do it for the cash
Or the greed
Or the fact this what them niggas need
You want the hoes
Is that the dream
Bitches do anything for that cream cream
There comes a part in a man’s life where he sit back and he asks himself why do I do this what am I here for what’s my purpose

Written by:
Leo Tucker

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