Group Chats lyrics

[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't f*ck 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 f*ck with you

I got purpose on my grind can't f*ck 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 f*ck with all these n*ggas
Always crying about helping me
Keep that lame sh*t 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*ggas
Who blocking and do the most
If you run yo mouth f*ck 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 mothaf*ckas
Who be talm bout
Mane you know what?
Toot that, toot that

[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't f*ck 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 f*ck with

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Damn, why these n*ggas 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
sh*t 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 sh*t that I done felt before
I know these n*ggas 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*ggas 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 f*ck 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 f*ck with you

[Verse 3: Dear Silas]
Hit the gas I been on ten
n*ggas 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 f*ckin big bag
Twenty thousand screaming out Jack
[Refrain: Dear Silas]
Yah yah uhh
The f*ck you talking bout
I already did that sh*t
pus*y ahh n*gga ahrrr

[Chorus: Dear Silas]
I got purpose on my grind can't f*ck 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 f*ck with you