| I can look directly into my face and find my soul, it’s there
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| It’s not sold, I didn’t sell it, it’s still within me
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| I still feel it, my heart is still connected to my body
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| So I-I could any character I’ma bring… that intensity
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| That truth, the honesty to it
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| Because I have to repay fo'-for that blessin'
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| From Black Jesus, from god
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| Have to pay for that by shinin'
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| Half of these rappers ready to join Illuminati (Yeah)
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| For a new gold chain and a Lamborghini
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| I’m a young panther, Mutulu and Afeni (C'mon)
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| Cool as love a trench long shotty (Whoo)
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| Baptized to the game like my dog Kadafi
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| Ain’t a cop here to stop me, these streets is black hockey (Let's go)
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| Man I’m like a runaway slave (Slave)
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| Trapped in the cycle can’t break the chain (Can't break the chain)
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| They say you live and you learn (Live and you learn)
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| Play wit' fire and you will get burned, niggas is burnt out
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| Youngin' got exposed to the game, got turnt out
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| Fell down back on his feet, look how he turnt out (Look how he turnt out)
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| They counted him out, guess god was rootin' for him
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| All the under dogs and real niggas is rootin' for us (Yeah)
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| Yeah, so I’ma walk like a warrior
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| Ride like a soldier until it’s all over
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| Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
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| Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear)
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| We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear)
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| Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there)
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| Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear)
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| They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
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| Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
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| (Yeah) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here
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| I’m a five star general, the god’s disciple
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| If god don’t work, the god’ll get the rifle
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| When the god on the streets, the feds wanna indict you
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| Sword wit' the words for the soldiers to fight to
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| Death before dishonor, before I break the code in the streets
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| You better give me death your honor
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| Niggas snitchin', be another death for the homicide
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| I’m in the five, fresh to death in dishonor
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| Salute me or shoot me, this is a life sentence
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| Don’t finish me I come back blastin', menace
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| I cross my heart, hope to die for the cause
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| I could power all streets, uprise, fuck their laws
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| Revolutions starts with evolution
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| We all tryna find a resolution, tryna find the best solution
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| In the hood we need retribution, or the Tec is shootin' (Shootin')
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| Blap, blap, blap, the Tec is shootin'
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| Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
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| Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear)
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| We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear)
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| Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there)
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| Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear)
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| They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
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| Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
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| Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here
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| It’s the grown man in him (In him)
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| These lil' niggas can’t stand with him, my nuts hang like slaves
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| I’ma keep it one hunnit, 'till my last days
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| Right or wrong, pitcute me rollin' with sumn' swollen in the ashtray
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| We here to give 'em the truth, if they like it or not
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| Blackballed this a secret plot but still
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| Against all odds, me and my squad push forward (Push forward)
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| They try to hide us (Hide us) You gotta look fo' us (C'mon)
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| But we’re there, still holdin' the flag like olympians
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| Oh yeah, it’s them again
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| The Outlawz indeed, applause from the streets
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| They’ve been waitin' on this, haters debatin' on this (It's cool)
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| We from the true school (True school) You had to keep it true (Keep it true)
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| Real talk and shit or you could keep it movin'
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| It’s just too much goin' on to ignore
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| They got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor (Still)
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| Hi, much don’t like me, but I don’t care
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| So I turned to a rebel and shaved my hair (Yeah)
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| I’m not a atheist, I’m agnostic
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| So I always pray to something for I rob shit
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| I’m grotesque, desolate, gothic
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| I’m climbin' to the top, my life is a moshpit
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| I do the devils work, beef? |
| Better squash it
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| Fuck all that gossip, this nigga here is toxic
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| I bend ya limbs 'till the break
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| I’m thinkin' how many bullets can a cartridge take?
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| Sometime the brightest light comes from the darkest place
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| Eleven, three, seventy-three marks the date
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| You the type of mothafucka that’ll call the man
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| Don’t make me make you disappear nigga alakazam
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| If you try to come at me and my fam
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| There be gunpowder residue on my hand, understand?
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| Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here)
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| Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Yeah)
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| We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear)
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| Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there)
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| Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear)
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| They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier)
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| Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear)
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| Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Purpose, artist - Outlawz. Album song Classic Collabz, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп