Child of Destiny Cypher (feat. Trdee, Loaded Ju & Y2K Veezy)

Ahhhh Bakyard Trap Talk lets go Energy Turn it up They told me at 13 that I was a child of destiny Always a child with dreams, got that green off that jealousy Always pulling at the lean to find me in the back with ecstasy For at least a gram of weed, shorty, you know that's my remedy I've been working in a trap, kitchen serving in the chemistry Counting out these dead presidents, seeing Kennedy Still serving out these packs, but you know I do professionally Yeah, I might trap, but I'm moving at least10 a week Run the Airbnb with tools out, look like the dentistry If they hit my brother, I'ma hit him back and that's revengefully Turning up in the field, got me doing field intensity Gave us Recess with them sticks like we in an elementary How you beefing with your brothers? Yeah And not the enemy Writing out the checks, Off the drink, it ain't legibly Crazy when my brothers out here still trying to test me You know that I got trigger-finger tendencies PTSD, know I've been through it mentally BTT, Working back to the recipe Tell these hoes to get out of my face and that's respectfully Cause I can push a P in less than a week and that's supremacy I might care in my mind, I ain't showing sentimentally Know we weak the back, of my mind, that's what they telling me Lamb don't need no keys, I just speak "open sesame" And if they switch on me, they gon' get the death penalty Nigga snitch on me, then he getting more than stitches You gon' be broke, always worried about the bitches Throw him in the water, had to leave him with the fishes Please don't test me, cause I ain't really in the quizzes Off white shirt, ripped Virgil Abloh Like a blind man, stick wherever I go Still ten toes if you cut off my toe You ain't got no brothers, Calling niggas big bro That's a cornball in my world She be sucking dick, I really hope that ain't your girl We gon' spin they block and make them dizzy, make them twirl Please don't call my phone cause I'ma text you what's the word Wanna be my son? Okay, there go Uncle Stan Sold a couple zips and now you feeling like the man Run up in my crib, I might just pop you with a pan Talking bout this block and y'all not sitting in my hand Huh, come on Yeah, if a nigga switching up then he know he tripping Put that bitch out my, huh, alright Put that bitch out my pants and they know it's switching Ain't no Santa in this bitch, but I send the blitz-in All these niggas dumb as hell and they broke as f*ck Your bitch always pick a side, think she one of us I'm rude as hell and I never really gave no fucks Treat a bitch like she Sandy, tell her eat these nuts I keep a heater in the summer, god damn, this shit cold Rock a beater like Little Ceaser, it's hot, and ready to your dome Chapter three, season four, I'm out shit chrome Don't call that number, baby, that's a trap phone I ain't one to steal the flow, but this too special Hit you with the Iron Maiden, yeah, that's heavy metal Think I'm driving off the lean, how I push the pedal Ever since I was a jit, I knew I'm something special, damn BTT goin everywhere this year Lets go