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My Purpose chords by Slowpoke

  • G

  • Bb

  • C

  • Eb

    6
  • Gm

    3
  • F

  • D

Intro 1
G
Bb
G
Bb
G
Bb
G
Verse 1
C
G
From the Gulf of Mexico,
Eb
Bb
sexy hoes, bad for meccos
G
Dickies and necko,
cream stuff on my neck and toes
Gm
Mic smell like cigarellos,
Bb
F
Bb
I'm chillin' kind of mellow
G
Blowing steam out the kettle,
why you flowing with the devil?
C
G
Gm
Cause you below my level,
Bb
need to put the metal to the pedal
G
Step your game up,
before you try and settle scores
Gm
Cause you might flame up,
Bb
and dog that ain't no metaphor
G
Them brought my name up,
and I bet they haven't said no more
C
G
Gm
Then shut them lames up,
Eb
F
Bb
and no longer fucking ghetto whores
G
So much heat, I got you seeping sweat
out through your pores
Gm
Squeezing lead out double fours,
Bb
F
Bb
I'm a hustler to the core
G
Cause I'm all about that video flow,
361 the area code
C
Gm
Embarrass these hoes,
Eb
Bb
fuck all those who oppose
F
Blowin' smoke through my nose
G
if you ain't know it
Slowpoke, aka that street poet
Gm
Eb
F
Bb
Man, I'ma let the streets know it
Gm
G
Fuck it cold, it's at this flow shit
Gets crooked in the coke sniff,
Gm
It's my purpose, it's my purpose
Eb
Bb
Heat the surface with my purses
G
I'm a person with a purpose
Beverses like witches curses
Gm
It's my purpose, it's my purpose
Bb
F
Bb
Watch my purses, heat the sur face
G
I'm a person with a purpose
I ain't perfect, I'm purpose
Bb
Insomniac, maniac,
F
Bb
carniac, layin' back
F
Tune with the Cadillac,
Bb
G
D
G
alley cat, bring the sack
Bb
Let's get throwed and tell them
F
Bb
hoes to call me back
G
Automatic underhapson,
F
Bb
F
but don't give a fuck
Gm
G
C
Gm
Equipped to lay em flat, stainless mag
Eb
F
Need him cracked, he fucks with me,
Bb
I'll pay him back
G
Lil' homie flamin' tracks,
my homies down like demons
Gm
Bb
Have been sayin' spag, sayin' fags,
pavement cracks
G
Whoever my bed, they distract,
guess the best is what they savin' last
C
G
Gm
This my purpose, close the curtains,
Eb
Bb
third coast surfin',
F
Bb
flow is surging
Gm
G
I'm explosive, sport a turban,
see this heat is kept at E -Zip
Gm
Consume myself with fire
Bb
like a motherfuckin' phoenix
G
So strategic with the skies
within my reaches
Gm
I eat shit, sleep and breathe this
Eb
F
Bb
Only practice what you preach is
G
Or get tucked in a mattress of feces
Like magic,
Bb
how I reach shit like telekinesis
G
Last of a dying species,
fuckin' tyrin' off the leashes
Gm
No you see it's so believable purpose,
it's my purpose
Eb
Bb
He's the surface with my purses
G
I'm a person with a purpose
Beverses like we're just cursing
Gm
It's my purpose, it's my purpose
Eb
Bb
F
Bb
Watch my purses, he's the surface
G
I'm a person with a purpose
I ain't perfect,
Eb
G
Bb
G
I'm purpose
Eb
Bb
G
you
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