No Purpose

Bitch I'm in the streets when I'm never not working

Working every second

So I don't see the purpose

You ain't in the streets

Little nigga stop lurking

You ain't making money

Might as well join the service

Everybody quiet

Chris Travis just surfing

Everybody ride

But they live by my surface

I don't need receipts cause it's longer than serpent

I'll buy it all

Give it back to the worthless

Bitch I walk around

Like I'm something to worship

See the whole world as a God damn circus

Don't peak through the wrong God damn curtains

Try to start shit

Leave you laying in the dirt bitch

Coming up quick

Other niggas on the hush list

Labels ain't shit

Need a mil just to touch me

Bitches ain't shit

Rather chill with a blunt man

Ho you wanna fuck?

Cause I know you got a boyfriend

I don't let sluts in my mothafucking spot man

Keep it real cool cause you know that shit is hot man

Swinging through the pussy

Boy them hoes call me Tarzan

White man looking

I'm a young paid black man

On 6th street with my weed on my right leg

I'm a Memphis nigga so I came out the wasteland

Know your bitch looking like she really wanna taste man

I don't want features unless we talking about my rates man

Money coming fast

But we keeping up

If the money coming slow

Then we speed it up

And if a nigga got a problem we can meet it up

And fuck talking

Come swinging when I'm pulling up

I'm at the office

Getting head with the windows up

You in the office riding tasks in a journal book

You buying weed

Boy I'm buying new furniture

You still living with your mom

I ain't heard of ya

Boy you talk real tough

Who scared of ya?

You can shoot guns

But you not a murderer

Never trust who you by

Like Disturbia

Bitch I'm creeping, midnight, like a burglar

With my foot on the gas

Break necks when I pass

And I'm headed to the pad

With a sack on the dash

And a bitch hair long

Down her back to her ass

If a nigga wanna fuck

Then she texting for cash

Bitch