Fate (feat. G 509)
Grrr
Eastside
SNR shit
Blasé
Look
Sixteen, I chose my fate
Either way you flip that shit, I know that I'll be great
Really no debate
Sweet one said I work too much, I said "I'm sorry bae"
She said "you're too ambitious"
Told her "bae, there's no such thing"
Either way you flip the page
You'll know my fucking name
Downers spreading hate
While me and JP making flames
This shit don't make no sense
But I seen man switch for some fucking change
Some niggas chasing pennies
Other niggas chasing fucking fame
But me?
I stay too solid
You can't gas me up
Liquid in my cup
You know I'm bound to fuck shit up
Don't play tall with us
You never know who got it tucked
Aiming for the top
I told that shawty, I don't wanna fuck
I'm in the jungle
With the apes who wanna rumble
Round our side it's cool to stumble
But don't stay down
Bro bro pick up your crown
You gotta show them what you bout
Been at it for a while
My bro, G 509 can vouch
Sixteen, I chose my way
Either way you flip that shit, I know that I'll be great
Really no debate
Sweet one said I work too much, I said "I'm sorry bae"
She said "you're too ambitious"
Told her "bae, there's no such thing"
Either way you flip the page
You'll know my fucking name
Downers spreading hate
While me and JP making flames
This shit don't make no sense
But I seen man switch for some fucking change
Some niggas chasing pennies
Other niggas chasing fucking fame
CHRS told me he got a verse for me
Told my brother to pick up a hearse for me
I'm popping my shit like a muhfuckin' diaper
I stay cutting up like a surgery
My mama ran into my shoebox
Now she steady thinking a young nigga trappin
She said get out the field
I said mama chill
A young nigga don't even play madden
When I do what I do
This shit getting sticky when G 509 get to snappin
I'm staying 10 toes
I'm locked in with God
So there ain't no way that I'm lacking
When you talking to me
Keep it a hunnid
509 ain't with the yappin
Even when I rap with a fitted
Better believe ain't no cap in my rappin
I'm gone
5% tint so they cannot see me
Crashing out bout a hoe that could never be me
Chase a cheque
Want a neck loaded up with VV's
I'm the man for the job
I don't need a CV
I'm locked in with the bars
My bro got no choice
He gon throw up the X tryna free me
Every move calculated
I stay pulling strings like I'm tryna take off a bikini
Eastside
SNR shit
Blasé
Look
Sixteen, I chose my fate
Either way you flip that shit, I know that I'll be great
Really no debate
Sweet one said I work too much, I said "I'm sorry bae"
She said "you're too ambitious"
Told her "bae, there's no such thing"
Either way you flip the page
You'll know my fucking name
Downers spreading hate
While me and JP making flames
This shit don't make no sense
But I seen man switch for some fucking change
Some niggas chasing pennies
Other niggas chasing fucking fame
But me?
I stay too solid
You can't gas me up
Liquid in my cup
You know I'm bound to fuck shit up
Don't play tall with us
You never know who got it tucked
Aiming for the top
I told that shawty, I don't wanna fuck
I'm in the jungle
With the apes who wanna rumble
Round our side it's cool to stumble
But don't stay down
Bro bro pick up your crown
You gotta show them what you bout
Been at it for a while
My bro, G 509 can vouch
Sixteen, I chose my way
Either way you flip that shit, I know that I'll be great
Really no debate
Sweet one said I work too much, I said "I'm sorry bae"
She said "you're too ambitious"
Told her "bae, there's no such thing"
Either way you flip the page
You'll know my fucking name
Downers spreading hate
While me and JP making flames
This shit don't make no sense
But I seen man switch for some fucking change
Some niggas chasing pennies
Other niggas chasing fucking fame
CHRS told me he got a verse for me
Told my brother to pick up a hearse for me
I'm popping my shit like a muhfuckin' diaper
I stay cutting up like a surgery
My mama ran into my shoebox
Now she steady thinking a young nigga trappin
She said get out the field
I said mama chill
A young nigga don't even play madden
When I do what I do
This shit getting sticky when G 509 get to snappin
I'm staying 10 toes
I'm locked in with God
So there ain't no way that I'm lacking
When you talking to me
Keep it a hunnid
509 ain't with the yappin
Even when I rap with a fitted
Better believe ain't no cap in my rappin
I'm gone
5% tint so they cannot see me
Crashing out bout a hoe that could never be me
Chase a cheque
Want a neck loaded up with VV's
I'm the man for the job
I don't need a CV
I'm locked in with the bars
My bro got no choice
He gon throw up the X tryna free me
Every move calculated
I stay pulling strings like I'm tryna take off a bikini
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