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mo3 - purpose lyrics

bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim (as-salaam)
hamdulilah (as-salaam-alaik-m)
rabbil-alamin (wa-alayk-m as-salaam)
ar rahman-ir rahim (wa-alayk-m as-salaam)
maliki-o yawmiddin (wooooh)
iyyaka na’budu wa iyyaka nasta’in
ihdinas sirat-al can’t forget mustaqim

[verse 1]
yeah, tryna get up, out here knocking
he looking like daddy i’m eating this bottle ain’t done
micky mouse what my lil n-gga watching
i keep hearing knocking, it hit me, i thought about suge
posted up with my lil youngin lyles, run in my condo they shoot down on me and my son
tore my sh-t up, detective she cool
made a call to my lawyer, got out on 100k bond
hit ’em (where they go), talkin bout the victim
apology to my hitters, i gotta get’em before they k!ll us
prosecutor not with it us, they need the jury to deliver
looking and looking i found the n-gga that was with us
couple k!llers who with it, ready to get at your guerrillas
gun in my face, told the law i surrender
top floor of my condo won’t jump out this window
the life that i live, i told allah protect me
this lethal weapon is all i remember
dope in that “stolo” i drove like a renter
b-tch it got real, and he knew he be __________
haters they wishing, they catch me lacking and slipping
convict me, i won’t let them do it
no weapon against me shall prosper i promise
so you want this chain you gon’ have to shoot me
here come that uzi, calico, 44, that ruger no upping it unless i use it
i was just broke, in a b-tch, eating noodles
now i’m with junior when i’m out in houston
trap with that rifle, bad like i’m michael
oh you a street fighter, get hit with hadouken
they feel my pain when they turn on my music
b-tch eat my d-ck then i burn off and lose it
yeah!

[hook]
they don’t know my struggle, they hate that i made it (i made it yeah)
i come from nothing my stomach was aching (i was f-cked up)
b-tches wouldn’t f-ck me they say i was basic (i was basic)
and they wouldn’t give me nothing, not even no conversation (they wouldn’t talk to me yeah)
but i stood up like a soldier and told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)
came from the streets my struggle bleak, when i step on that pavement (we na murda boi yeah)
the way i held it down you can tell i was anxious (for real)
ain’t that a b-itch my n-ggas switched when they seen i got paper

[verse 2]
it’s larger than life i know they want to come after me
look what you doing, you leading the youth
when they interrogate you, about the islamic nation, just know that there’s power, you speaking the truth
there’s a strong combination, they treat him like ‘pac but he talk like he malcolm, i sleep in a zoo
when i stand in the booth, another brother never do what i do
i’m a fool, i make a hater salute
i was just broke, how could you hate me
i slept on the floor, my food was outdated
same n-ggas i love, now they want to snake me
allah forgive me if i have to take em
go to the funeral, that is outrageous
40 glock on my hip, make him rockabye baby
got down on my knees and prostrated, i made it
society hate me, they say that i’m crazy

[hook]
they don’t know my struggle, they hate that i made it (i made it yeah)
i come from nothing my stomach was aching (i was f-cked up)
b-tches wouldn’t f-ck me they say i was basic (i was basic)
and they wouldn’t give me nothing, not even no conversation (they wouldn’t talk to me yeah)
but i stood up like a soldier and told them keep hating (bombaclot boi)
came from the streets my struggle bleak, when i step on that pavement (me na murda boi yeah)
the way i held it down you can tell i was anxious (i was anxious)
ain’t that a b-itch my n-ggas switched when they seen i got paper

as-salaam-alaik-m, islam nation huh
wa rahmatullah, i trap with that gun
you better run, i’m gon’ hold my tom
yehehe-yooo

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