Fate
How the love turn to hate when I'm the one you should appreciate
Fuck the the fakes, all of their fates I'll obliterate
No mistake, I'ma go cray with Osama rage
Bombs in range, enter the trauma stage
I need the homage payed right when the profits made
Because the blood, sweat, and tears I put in won't evaporate
Who am I about to decapitate right when I captivate
Slashin' the track away, sick of you iggasnay
Y'all better back away
Turn you to batter or a paste when I activate
Aim at the magistrate, I was fucked up in traffic that Saturday
Hey Target, what happened to that hazard pay
I still got this mask on 'cause COVID ain't gone away
The gov' got a big role to play but there isn't much I will say
Don't need to be cloned and replaced
Please get the fuck out my face, okay thanks
I just want to be paid and reach ranks that I can't in this place
That I hate, honestly
I just might catch a case in HR with the way that I fuck with the babes
'Cause I need entertained but they never complain
I know these hoes want to sit on my face
I'm so slick with the tongue
They all want on this ride with no break
So what is my fate
Will I waste away dazed in this place
Already been here for six, don't know how much more I can take
I just scrolled down the book of face
Found this contest, figured I'll be the one who's embraced
Don't know shit 'bout the game but on a beat I come out sick as a plague
So, what is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I've been searching all day like
What is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I want a plate for the fam and the gang
So, what is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I'm sick of waitin' and runnin' in place
So, what is my-what is my-what is my fate
When I come out snappin', make you wonder what the fuck had just happened
In my head it's ready, set, action
Gotta find my passion for thrashin'
I've felt so much rejection from the old look of my presence
Cuff up pussy just to use sex as a weapon to fight off my depression
Wouldn't even take one of those fuckin' Excedrin
With so many dead ones I'm reppin'
On earth I have to find me some heaven
Sometimes I feel like I can't die, 'cause I never was alive
My emptiness I'm acceptin'
Actions reprehensible yet seemed so sensible
She the suction cup up on my tentacle
Making moves pivotal to reach my ending goal
Puffing on the indigo, while feeling a bit pitiful
Ain't done shit yet, I'm still catching their ridicule
Wait for the baguettes on my bitch like a centerfold
Out in Paris with a bigger loaf, bigger pole
Get exposed for yo inner hoe
I might just scalp yo ass like an original Seminole
If you're an opposition it'll be decomposition
I'm not politickin'
You can't stop this mission since I plot to get it
Nigga, I'm not switchin', I'm not chicken
Make my own fate I guess that is my decision
Just a toxic nigga with kaleidoscopic vision
Got a lot of interests in a lot of business
Rap is my admission and the clock is tickin'
I'm on the road to winnin' for my daughter nigga
Fuck my father nigga
I got vengeance, left my mamma wit it
Alone had to get it
Now on tracks I blast explicit, drastic with precision nigga
'Bout to snatch a ticket in his absence
On a trip to live lavish bitches
It's like I'm the chosen one playin' Quidditch flying towards the golden snitch
None of these niggas spit as cold as this
Like a Dementor suckin' out ya fuckin' soul and shit
Expecto Patronum and ya dome is blown to bits
I'm just goin' through phases
Wonderin' what the hell is my fate is
When I can rip these motherfuckin' pages
I'm on the way to be the greatest!
Fuck the the fakes, all of their fates I'll obliterate
No mistake, I'ma go cray with Osama rage
Bombs in range, enter the trauma stage
I need the homage payed right when the profits made
Because the blood, sweat, and tears I put in won't evaporate
Who am I about to decapitate right when I captivate
Slashin' the track away, sick of you iggasnay
Y'all better back away
Turn you to batter or a paste when I activate
Aim at the magistrate, I was fucked up in traffic that Saturday
Hey Target, what happened to that hazard pay
I still got this mask on 'cause COVID ain't gone away
The gov' got a big role to play but there isn't much I will say
Don't need to be cloned and replaced
Please get the fuck out my face, okay thanks
I just want to be paid and reach ranks that I can't in this place
That I hate, honestly
I just might catch a case in HR with the way that I fuck with the babes
'Cause I need entertained but they never complain
I know these hoes want to sit on my face
I'm so slick with the tongue
They all want on this ride with no break
So what is my fate
Will I waste away dazed in this place
Already been here for six, don't know how much more I can take
I just scrolled down the book of face
Found this contest, figured I'll be the one who's embraced
Don't know shit 'bout the game but on a beat I come out sick as a plague
So, what is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I've been searching all day like
What is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I want a plate for the fam and the gang
So, what is my fate
What is my fate
What is my fate
I'm sick of waitin' and runnin' in place
So, what is my-what is my-what is my fate
When I come out snappin', make you wonder what the fuck had just happened
In my head it's ready, set, action
Gotta find my passion for thrashin'
I've felt so much rejection from the old look of my presence
Cuff up pussy just to use sex as a weapon to fight off my depression
Wouldn't even take one of those fuckin' Excedrin
With so many dead ones I'm reppin'
On earth I have to find me some heaven
Sometimes I feel like I can't die, 'cause I never was alive
My emptiness I'm acceptin'
Actions reprehensible yet seemed so sensible
She the suction cup up on my tentacle
Making moves pivotal to reach my ending goal
Puffing on the indigo, while feeling a bit pitiful
Ain't done shit yet, I'm still catching their ridicule
Wait for the baguettes on my bitch like a centerfold
Out in Paris with a bigger loaf, bigger pole
Get exposed for yo inner hoe
I might just scalp yo ass like an original Seminole
If you're an opposition it'll be decomposition
I'm not politickin'
You can't stop this mission since I plot to get it
Nigga, I'm not switchin', I'm not chicken
Make my own fate I guess that is my decision
Just a toxic nigga with kaleidoscopic vision
Got a lot of interests in a lot of business
Rap is my admission and the clock is tickin'
I'm on the road to winnin' for my daughter nigga
Fuck my father nigga
I got vengeance, left my mamma wit it
Alone had to get it
Now on tracks I blast explicit, drastic with precision nigga
'Bout to snatch a ticket in his absence
On a trip to live lavish bitches
It's like I'm the chosen one playin' Quidditch flying towards the golden snitch
None of these niggas spit as cold as this
Like a Dementor suckin' out ya fuckin' soul and shit
Expecto Patronum and ya dome is blown to bits
I'm just goin' through phases
Wonderin' what the hell is my fate is
When I can rip these motherfuckin' pages
I'm on the way to be the greatest!
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Writer(s): Jaylin Smith
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