Common Fate
They're gonna write "too stoned" on my tombstone
And say I lost my mind when the roof's gone, cruise mode
They say I'm two-faced
I went and copped the two-tone, blue and gold
Grew up off Foster, no group homes
Home gave me a good heart, good start
Start to realize I just can't skip to the good part
Part of me just wants to give up, all I want's a push start
I ain't just wake up awake one day, it took thought
Shit don't happen overnight, you fucking stupid
Big unit, it resembles Randy Johnson
On stage, ready for that Action Bronson
Damn shame, whatever you had you lost it
Playing games for too long, had to forfeit
Four fits, 24 hours, forged documents
False compliments, complimentary breakfast's not continental
Champagne toasts to accomplishments
Conflicts with the consulate, all kinds of shit
Yo, put your glass up, we all deserve this shit, man
Why the fuck is everybody (Calling me)
I think it's time to say my piece
But for now I'm laughing at all the names that they keep (Calling me)
All of these years
I couldn't spare a prayer now I swear to (God it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
It's not fair, I shed a tear, my only fear is (God, it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
I guess it's a blessing
Because lately all my old ways (Fucking calling me)
Aye
Make no mistake, you'll still get your Miss took, Miss taken
Went to school for her masters, now she's Ms. Information
Configured formulas, finally got this information
I'm not down to debate, it's not up for interpretation
Up to nothing good, they told me I'm good for nothing
Took me suffering to understand I wasn't
Stuffing kush in the cushion, pool table full of eight balls
Suffocate you with the same cloth we're not cut from
Then keep it pushing
Man, I hate y'all
I'm back, got these pussies hurt, need Midol
Can't even be crackheads right, they're smoking drywall
While y'all was spraying groceries down with Lysol
I was stacking bullets in towers if ever I fall
But I ball so hard I'd breeze through Wallace
No, I ball so hard I see through diamonds
No, I ball so hard I need new eyelids
No, I ball so hard I need to vomit
I'm so fucking up, it's disgusting
Why the fuck is everybody (Calling me)
I think it's time to say my piece
But for now I'm laughing at all the names that they keep (Calling me)
All of these years
I couldn't spare a prayer now I swear to (God it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
It's not fair, I shed a tear, my only fear is (God, it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
I guess it's a blessing
Because lately all my old ways (Fucking calling me)
They thought it was, but it's never over
Now that I'm back, remove the cap, show respect to a soldier
They think they'll never pay like 7-Eleven soda
Thought they had a witness until he met Jehovah
Meeting my thick bitch in Houston, we met at Kroger's
She call me "papi", last name Espinoza
Cancer with a mouth on her like a teratoma
Fear for her life when I bend her over, never tempt the cobra
Know what's funny? I was over the head and headed over
Probably went over her head, big business, low overhead
I love New York, but I'm over it, I'm tired of women wearing Timbs
About to move to the South and buy overalls
How's your bitch fat and her hair thin
Apologize, I've got a crooked side, like a hairpin
Make statements and make them congregate
Once everything's calm in place, it's too commonplace, common fate
And say I lost my mind when the roof's gone, cruise mode
They say I'm two-faced
I went and copped the two-tone, blue and gold
Grew up off Foster, no group homes
Home gave me a good heart, good start
Start to realize I just can't skip to the good part
Part of me just wants to give up, all I want's a push start
I ain't just wake up awake one day, it took thought
Shit don't happen overnight, you fucking stupid
Big unit, it resembles Randy Johnson
On stage, ready for that Action Bronson
Damn shame, whatever you had you lost it
Playing games for too long, had to forfeit
Four fits, 24 hours, forged documents
False compliments, complimentary breakfast's not continental
Champagne toasts to accomplishments
Conflicts with the consulate, all kinds of shit
Yo, put your glass up, we all deserve this shit, man
Why the fuck is everybody (Calling me)
I think it's time to say my piece
But for now I'm laughing at all the names that they keep (Calling me)
All of these years
I couldn't spare a prayer now I swear to (God it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
It's not fair, I shed a tear, my only fear is (God, it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
I guess it's a blessing
Because lately all my old ways (Fucking calling me)
Aye
Make no mistake, you'll still get your Miss took, Miss taken
Went to school for her masters, now she's Ms. Information
Configured formulas, finally got this information
I'm not down to debate, it's not up for interpretation
Up to nothing good, they told me I'm good for nothing
Took me suffering to understand I wasn't
Stuffing kush in the cushion, pool table full of eight balls
Suffocate you with the same cloth we're not cut from
Then keep it pushing
Man, I hate y'all
I'm back, got these pussies hurt, need Midol
Can't even be crackheads right, they're smoking drywall
While y'all was spraying groceries down with Lysol
I was stacking bullets in towers if ever I fall
But I ball so hard I'd breeze through Wallace
No, I ball so hard I see through diamonds
No, I ball so hard I need new eyelids
No, I ball so hard I need to vomit
I'm so fucking up, it's disgusting
Why the fuck is everybody (Calling me)
I think it's time to say my piece
But for now I'm laughing at all the names that they keep (Calling me)
All of these years
I couldn't spare a prayer now I swear to (God it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
It's not fair, I shed a tear, my only fear is (God, it feel like)
The angel of (Death is fucking calling me)
I guess it's a blessing
Because lately all my old ways (Fucking calling me)
They thought it was, but it's never over
Now that I'm back, remove the cap, show respect to a soldier
They think they'll never pay like 7-Eleven soda
Thought they had a witness until he met Jehovah
Meeting my thick bitch in Houston, we met at Kroger's
She call me "papi", last name Espinoza
Cancer with a mouth on her like a teratoma
Fear for her life when I bend her over, never tempt the cobra
Know what's funny? I was over the head and headed over
Probably went over her head, big business, low overhead
I love New York, but I'm over it, I'm tired of women wearing Timbs
About to move to the South and buy overalls
How's your bitch fat and her hair thin
Apologize, I've got a crooked side, like a hairpin
Make statements and make them congregate
Once everything's calm in place, it's too commonplace, common fate
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Writer(s): Skip Dover
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