Guildaroy - Purpose Lyrics

I'm deep into life tryna turn up
I creep into fights tryna burn them
Sleeping through the night looking for purpose
I keep on doing right but still feeling so nervous
I go through everything fighting everybody but my f*cking self
I got nobody but need some help
Delve into my cerebrum see what I keep on my shelves
Can you tell?
Every time I have a happy feeling, I delete it
Don't let nobody see it
Put on a mask to believe it
I'm writing raps to relieve it
Lighting gas hoping to retrieve it
That's a wack line, it's a lie
Ain't no need to believe it
No drugs hit the back of my mind no deceasing
Staying up late all the time
Decaying my life tryna find, peace all up in my mind
No piece on my hip I'm divine, no tat on my lip that's a sign
I'm a catalyst making you talk, rattling everyone's thoughts
Now it's time for me to walk off
Ain't no room for slipping up
Painting rooms up in my head now listen up
Claiming you the best, that's just dissing yourself
Aiming for something less that's also dissing yourself
Aye, aye, aye
F*ck all this good and bad shit, let's just rap shit
Ain't no cashing or who's the fastest, or the baddest
Ripping it up I'm feeling ratchet
Turning profit with a ratchet
Feeling murderous with a hatchet
Kidnapping, throwing them into a cash pit
Feeling like I need a bad bitch
Reeling one in got a bad fit
Wrote a bad verse so I sacked it
If this is a race then I lapped it
Pick up my words then I rap it
Hop in the whip then I gas it
I'm torturing this shit like Hitler
Or like Marshall Mathers as a disser
Opening gates for you like I make eight figures
I'm a contributor to you being singular
When you say shit you better keep your words
When the day lit you better seize your words
Cause when night falls, you gonna bleed your words
Steer clear of me, cause if you don't your fear will hear me coming
We all got demons running
But it's your choice whether to keep them running
I'm like Lo Wang the way I keep these coming
I feel low pain like Baldur was wanting
I feel cash gain yeah you heard I'm flaunting
Nah, we ain't do it like that
Take a look at my stats
You know I ain't cooking the stacks, like Gordon do that
I'm going in like seventeen having raw sex
Showing this correcting theme that you all get