FATE

We gets to work Got less time to play Stop watching pockets I tell em don't hate Find inner peace Or leave it to fate I suggest they pray I'm grinding I'm grinding Pops taught me to skate Or make something shake It's mine its mine I affirmate They lying they lying They all in my face And he can't find his body It's cast in the lake Surrounded by fire They brothers in arms Might find their straits dire Or I been a Mac, Not short for Macgiver We good to roll Like the whip had 4 tires I don't see enemies I just see many Misguiding they energy Only few not blood That's kin to me I don't see status You skin to me Like before h Always been a g And momma raised me Like a storm raise a roof I learned from my pops I can't show my move Deck in my hand I been a man Since I pulled my first tooth Feel like a gorilla When I'm in the booth I need a chinchilla I keep it too cool (Freezing) And where was you when it was help I needed Or bandages Cover my bleeding I was a jit Still getting beatings Shawty them dms Ain't really worth reading Behind scenes It's a lot you not seeing They lie in my face They steady deceiving I'm holding tight You know I'm not leaving We gets to work Got no time to play Too smart to trust pockets Put mine in the safe I tell em don't hate Find inner peace or Leave it to fate I suggest they pray I'm grinding I'm grinding Pops taught me to skate (Like tony) But not Montana Talkin bout hawk Not the young and Atlanta I can't go tit for tat Or this for that Cause if this for that Then he goin back You need more of that Just so this would match I kick game like a lil boy With no dad There's no catch