Destiny Child

Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Ayo

Even a big gun got a little black hole
The desk of these record execs probably hold your black soul
If you sold it, not me, I'm in the driver's seat
Soul controlling, never talking cheap, my teeth golden
They use a key to shovel the blow in
They nose and pay me all of the money they owe me for those
As far as shit that I compose, it's a picture of my life
Running roads, certain codes and making thousands off a flip phone
Keep blickers in my trousеrs that'll more than chip bones
I got this shit sewn likе Dapper Dan from Queens to Pakistan
So the cash I got in my stash come from the rapping fans
The other cheese is undisclosed, low, under clothes
All these hoes love me 'cause I'm real, you really loving hoes
There's only one of me, but it's a ton of those
Off-brand corny niggas thinking they coming close
My work fire, you could never cut my throat, make the dope somersault
My M.O. is moving drugs, smooth scams and some assault
Everything I ever wrote is crack smoke, nigga

Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow)
Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, ayo (Baow, baow)

I started from the audience, now honestly, I'm running all this shit
Nothing forced, them other niggas come across fraudulent
To get me on a song is gonna cost you two quarter bricks
I'm fortunate, remember when it was a hundred for the fix
Prada, two straps on the kicks, laser attached to the blicks
Back it out and clap, the shit accurate
Sometimes life and death depends on hesitation, can't be too patient
Chasing dough, we was catching zoes like immigration
Had Xans for the patient
I seen a nigga go from a Percocet to a hypodermic set
Told him stay away from the fire and then it burned his flesh
Know the ledge, then you learn to step
You can't put the two before the one, you dumb, you better come correct
All I ever needed was a connect

Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow)
Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round (Baow, baow)



Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Anthony Allen, Denny Laflare
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