Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Purpose, artist - Young Noble. Album song Outlaw Rydahz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
My Purpose |
I can look directly into my face and find my soul, it’s there |
It’s not sold, I didn’t sell it, it’s still within me |
I still feel it, my heart is still connected to my body |
So I-I could any character I’ma bring… that intensity |
That truth, the honesty to it |
Because I have to repay fo'-for that blessin' |
From Black Jesus, from god |
Have to pay for that by shinin' |
Half of these rappers ready to join Illuminati (Yeah) |
For a new gold chain and a Lamborghini |
I’m a young panther, Mutulu and Afeni (C'mon) |
Cool as love a trench long shotty (Whoo) |
Baptized to the game like my dog Kadafi |
Ain’t a cop here to stop me, these streets is black hockey (Let's go) |
Man I’m like a runaway slave (Slave) |
Trapped in the cycle can’t break the chain (Can't break the chain) |
They say you live and you learn (Live and you learn) |
Play wit' fire and you will get burned, niggas is burnt out |
Youngin' got exposed to the game, got turnt out |
Fell down back on his feet, look how he turnt out (Look how he turnt out) |
They counted him out, guess god was rootin' for him |
All the under dogs and real niggas is rootin' for us (Yeah) |
Yeah, so I’ma walk like a warrior |
Ride like a soldier until it’s all over |
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) |
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear) |
We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear) |
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there) |
Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear) |
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) |
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) |
(Yeah) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here |
I’m a five star general, the god’s disciple |
If god don’t work, the god’ll get the rifle |
When the god on the streets, the feds wanna indict you |
Sword wit' the words for the soldiers to fight to |
Death before dishonor, before I break the code in the streets |
You better give me death your honor |
Niggas snitchin', be another death for the homicide |
I’m in the five, fresh to death in dishonor |
Salute me or shoot me, this is a life sentence |
Don’t finish me I come back blastin', menace |
I cross my heart, hope to die for the cause |
I could power all streets, uprise, fuck their laws |
Revolutions starts with evolution |
We all tryna find a resolution, tryna find the best solution |
In the hood we need retribution, or the Tec is shootin' (Shootin') |
Blap, blap, blap, the Tec is shootin' |
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) |
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear) |
We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear) |
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there) |
Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear) |
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) |
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) |
Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here |
It’s the grown man in him (In him) |
These lil' niggas can’t stand with him, my nuts hang like slaves |
I’ma keep it one hunnit, 'till my last days |
Right or wrong, pitcute me rollin' with sumn' swollen in the ashtray |
We here to give 'em the truth, if they like it or not |
Blackballed this a secret plot but still |
Against all odds, me and my squad push forward (Push forward) |
They try to hide us (Hide us) You gotta look fo' us (C'mon) |
But we’re there, still holdin' the flag like olympians |
Oh yeah, it’s them again |
The Outlawz indeed, applause from the streets |
They’ve been waitin' on this, haters debatin' on this (It's cool) |
We from the true school (True school) You had to keep it true (Keep it true) |
Real talk and shit or you could keep it movin' |
It’s just too much goin' on to ignore |
They got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor (Still) |
Hi, much don’t like me, but I don’t care |
So I turned to a rebel and shaved my hair (Yeah) |
I’m not a atheist, I’m agnostic |
So I always pray to something for I rob shit |
I’m grotesque, desolate, gothic |
I’m climbin' to the top, my life is a moshpit |
I do the devils work, beef? |
Better squash it |
Fuck all that gossip, this nigga here is toxic |
I bend ya limbs 'till the break |
I’m thinkin' how many bullets can a cartridge take? |
Sometime the brightest light comes from the darkest place |
Eleven, three, seventy-three marks the date |
You the type of mothafucka that’ll call the man |
Don’t make me make you disappear nigga alakazam |
If you try to come at me and my fam |
There be gunpowder residue on my hand, understand? |
Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) |
Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Yeah) |
We just face him so it’s nothin' left to fear (Fear) |
Talkin' to god, feelin' like it’s no one there (No one there) |
Give 'em the truth, something they don’t wanna hear (They don’t wanna hear) |
They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) |
Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) |
Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here |