Destined

Lyrics

[Intro] Way before I knew my records would sell I knew I was destined for shit Way before I knew all of my records would sell They knew I'm the shit I know I'd get to this moment I never questioned it, not one fuckin' bit, uh [Verse] Don't worry Haze, yeah I got 'em And niggas wanna talk about this shit Money, calibration, if it means getting paid But niggas ain't talk about this shit, uh Gotta keep it real, the sentimental keep it trill Ever had a million, make a motherfucker squeal If somebody get it everybody know the deal I was doing this shit way before I had a deal And I keep it independent, I ain't got a deal Money, intuition, everybody gotta kill Niggas in the hood, they always shot up in the field Always serving bricks to hella niggas in a box Always on the hunt, them other niggas gettin' caught Talk about their sales like they always make a lot I was in this shit before a nigga caught till Fuck your situation, best rapper, I'm real I was doing this shit way before I got sealed Way before I got caught, way before I had popped Motherfuckers got dropped, I was cruisin' in the city Had to put it on lock, can't put me in a box I'm Houdini with the shit A left-right wrist, everybody can't permit I'm caught up in the shit while the others pop pills Everybody want a body but nobody keep it trill Motherfuckers wanna copy but them niggas ain't real Woo, you be rapping 'bout a Maybach I could make the state flat, probably get your brains splat Acting like you really got the chopper or the K back I was wearing all-black, ready for the call back Sittin' in a waveback, niggas had the wave caps Get this shit played back, you could not retape that Shoot him like it's A flat, make a nigga face flat I do what I can, you don't understand You don't get the plans, you don't understand my growth I be living as a man, dying for the clan Staying with the fam, all my niggas got hope I was clinically inclined, never stole my shine Niggas will define, everybody will peep this shit You fake for real, you pay for thrills My pen is steel, I broke my seal I'm showing skill, niggas talking 'bout the stacks Count your blessings, not the bills All I do is stack these raps, motherfuckers talk about it Motherfuckers hangin' out the window, get a problem by the end of the night, get killed Way before somebody grab the chopper Do 'em proper like the 007, somebody in the field I was in the field, runnin' up a ticket for the thrill Way before I had a chance to be here, woo! I be chillin' in the game All these other rap niggas always cowered in fear, woo! You be doing what you can You be doing what you can for the moment that's trill, woo! But I'm not competing with the rest of these niggas, y'all niggas ain't real Y'all niggas ain't real