[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around
Got no time to lose
Workin all that flaugin
I been dodging nem bugaboos
Lurking on my timeline
No time for them lazy fools
Living in my purpose
Hell nah, I can't fuck with you

I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around
Got no time to lose
Workin all that flaugin
I been doing nem bugaboos
Lurking on my timeline
No time for them lazy fools
Living in my purpose
I been living in my uh...

[Verse 1: Dear Silas]
I can't fuck with all these n***as
Always crying about helping me
Keep that lame shit from round me
Not tryna catch that disease
Please don't hit my line if you not
Tryna hit up that fee
I need all my paper
If I went blind I would still see green
Always be the loudest n***as
Who blocking and do the most
If you run yo mouth fuck up the vibe
Then I'm throwing bows
Stay bopping and got no goals
But copping designer clothes
Thеn you wonder why you broke
And can't nevеr get you no hoes
[Refrain: Dear Silas]
Please excuse my french to all my
Ladies who at my shows
Just rapping what's on my mind in the booth
You know how it goes

[Bridge: Dear Silas]
Talm bout the lame ass mothafuckas
Who be talm bout
Mane you know what?
Toot that, toot that

[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around
Got no time to lose
Workin all that flaugin
I been dodging nem bugaboos
Lurking on my timeline
No time for them lazy fools
Living in my purpose
Hell nah, I can't fuck with

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Damn, why these n***as hating on ig
I'm slabbin these Maybach doors
I was broke these hoes ain't want me
Now I'm finna pay back hoes
Brand new crib, new bag, and a time piece
Damn ya just can't beat those
Want it I go and I get it nobody gone stop me
I just can't see nos'
I'm in the city hanging like a banner
You'n wanna get in my way, no
Shit go up and I play fasho'
Get a new bag they hate mo
Thinking bout where I came and where I started
Everyone else departed on the low
Checkin my list I feel like I'm a sto'
Thinking bout shit that I done felt before
I know these n***as be worthless
I gotta step in my purpose
I'm fly might take em to church
Got em feeling like a Sunday service
They know my spirit be different
That's probably why them n***as nervous
I'm in that penthouse somewhere at the top
You barely scratch the surface for real
[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around
Got no time to lose
Workin all that flaugin
I been dodging nem bugaboos
Lurking on my timeline
No time for them lazy fools
Living in my purpose
Hell nah, I can't fuck with you

[Verse 3: Dear Silas]
Hit the gas I been on ten
N***as mad I don't need friends
I been stacking up these wins
Take it on yo chinny chin chin
Heading down I-55
Freelons used to go live
Fo' I hit the crib need a leg
Pepper with the Churchs Chicken thigh

Will I make a billie I don't know
But I bet I make it cross the globe
(But I bet I make it cross the globe)
By the time my niece is turning four
Damn I already did that
Went to Paris then I came back
Went and got a fuckin big bag
Twenty thousand screaming out Jack
[Refrain: Dear Silas]
Yah yah uhh
The fuck you talking bout
I already did that shit
Pussy ahh n***a ahrrr

[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't fuck around
Got no time to lose
Workin all that flaugin
I been dodging nem bugaboos
Lurking on my timeline
No time for them lazy fools
Living in my purpose
Hell nah, I can't fuck with you