DESTINED4YA (feat. WakeUpIDA)

Where the liquor at? Tell my homie pour me up Grab the bottle Pour it out She bout to lick me up I want chrome encrusted foreigns Brought from across the border Shit I've never seen I think you only see what's destined for you They say what's written only wrote by the winners My big homie don't go thirty He go straight to a trigger Cause if they threw Or they shoot And he knew he ain't shoot He'd die like Damn, y'all best go get my get back You only hear bout like one half of the story Like what Jesus did for Jonah Like how Kanye did Vory Hit my phone like Is you crazy? No, that's just what she posting It might be best to plead the fifth Until I buy my first Rolly See them bozo boys is stuck in them stands Almost every single moment just one part of the plan Cause at age 8 I knew that Since day one I been made Destined for some greatness I can't let no bozo phase me I can't let no bozo phase me It's a waste of my time I can see the diamonds shining So they got to be mine I don't see no one approaching So they got to be lying Private flying, coast to coasting No more waiting in line Say you need someone to coach you I can't throw you a dime Or show you a sign My energy just flow with the tide I look to the sky I'm dreaming about doing a mil You toting a lie You dreaming about popping a pill And signing that deal Your label got you splitting that bill Like how would you feel? Why don't you get away from the fake And sign with the real? So you can go and cop you a place Where you can feel safe Cause you know that we destined for greatness Make no mistake And you know that we can't be replaced Not up for debate Drop the tape without a delay And even if we did you know this shit was worth all the wait And you know we gonna put in the time Yea, yea Whoa, whoa It was never a doubt between that if and when If your destiny call then boy you better win A nigga ain't go to college I mean I'm focused on dollars I can not f*ck with white collars I might just f*ck with narcotics I might just switch up the coats I turn my love to a ghost And only pop out at shows Got bitches doing the most Got niggas say I'm the goat I mean I already know The prophecys all wrote Destiny foretold Where the liquor at? Tell my homie pour me up Grab the bottle, pour it out She bout to lick me up I want chrome encrusted foreigns Brought from across the border Shit I've never seen I think you only see what's destined for ya They say what's written only wrote by the winners My big homie don't go thirty He go straight to a trigger Cause if they threw Or they shoot and he knew he ain't shoot He'd die like Damn Y'all best go get my get back You only hear bout like one half of the story Like what Jesus did for Jonah Like how Kanye did Vory Hit my phone like Is you crazy? No, that's just what she posting It might be best to plead the fifth until I buy my first Rolly See them bozo boys is stuck in them stands Almost every single moment just one part of the plan Cause at age eight I knew that Since day one I been made Destined for some greatness I can't let no bozo phase me