Destiny

Boy I been the shit
Boy you just started gettin money back in 2010
Broke niggaz wanna hang around so they can benefit
If you spend ya last on a bitch that make you tender dick
He can't take constructive criticism
He too sensitive
My account got commas on commas them run on sentences
I fuck up a bag in a month then I go replenish it
I'm still with the niggaz I used to crack in them windows with
I'm still with the family I came up into the business with
58 steppa but Cecil st representative
Really watched a member break a chicken down to chicken strips
We can't have no convo about it until you witness it
Really watched nigga move a point and never flip again
Blew it in Perkies
Don't come around with that itching shit
Gotta keep my distances
Mortal kombat finish him
Been moving like a businessman
Collecting all my dividends
These niggaz be capped up and capped out like fitteds is

I don't trust these niggaz far as I can throw'em even though I'm feeling strong enough to roof'em
When I bust maneuvers know I gotta keep the rugar
Sometime it be the closet niggaz to ya tryna do ya
That why I keep my head on a swivel
Don't want them next to me
They keep on testing me
Until I gotta inform they momma regretfully
That what happen when go intervene with my destiny

I don't think they listening
Ain't shit change but the balance in my citizens
Ain't no change in the pocket of my slimmy fits
All blue face like they sad cuz I ain't spend'em yet
I ain't go viral cuz I ain't Caplin on the internet
Niggaz be dissin to get attention
I ain't into that
If I give ya bitch some attention you'll never get her back
I ain't even die but the ghost I carry she digging that
Cali for the sticky pack
Play the hand I'm dealt matching energy this ain't putty pat
Ain't no X an O's for the hoes baby this ain't tickey tac
Gotta hustle and flow and these other rappers skinny black
I'm from killadel
If you got it the playing gimme that
Doubt it if you get it back
Cuz these niggaz ain't playing fair
Move wrong they push yo wiggy back
Young nigga in the 8th grade sad song he to witness that
Took a piece of his innocence
And I doubt he ever get it back

I don't trust these niggaz far as I can throw'em even though I'm feeling strong enough to roof'em
When I bust maneuvers know I gotta keep the rugar
Sometime it be the closet niggaz to ya tryna do ya
That why I keep my head on a swivel
Don't want them next to me
They keep on testing me
Until I gotta inform they momma regretfully
That what happen when go intervene with my destiny