Fate Lyrics

I'm Doc Johnson. The Godfather. It's Masterful Records!

It always will be, Masterful Records!

To the death of me

Let's go!

Now it is on

Right from the crack of the dawn

Right from rise of the sun

Blacks full attack, now it's on

No time to Slack

Yh we black and we back on our form

Cook up the storm

Now it's on!

Right from the crack of the dawn

Right from rise of the sun

Blacks full attack, now it's on

Stand to attention

Let me teach you a lesson

Class is in session

1st let me mention

I'm from a town where you need some protection

Where everybody's ego is tested

Down here I need a blessing

Cos the snakes and the fakes and the jakes keep testing

Growing up I was so reckless

Ride or die was the method

Eye for an eye wanna test this?

Quick draw like a western

6 shots in your stetson

I survived cos I'm blessed kid

Even in the face of death shit, I've been tested

I swerved those arrests, I put those to rest, wiped my tears and I pumped my chest

Everybody has their own story

Best believe that the streets dun chose me

Out here on my lonely

Made man Corleone

Homie you do not know me

I'll open you slowly

The pain i hold i unfold lyrically

My pen-game vernacular Origami

This Tsunami will take out your army

The words that I speak will set my people free

I know the full power that words can achieve

Whether war or whether for peace

Now it is on!

Right from the crack of the dawn

Right from rise of the sun

Blacks full attack, now it's on

No time to Slack

Yh we black and we back on our form

Cook up the storm

Now it's on!

Right from the crack of the dawn

Right from rise of the sun

Blacks full attack, now it's on

Last year was a mad ting, So many losses

The game got changed and they locked up bosses

Pawns got dropped and Kings got blocked

They had a check mate and the streets on lock

Last time I checked mate

I was riding round town, getting cheques mate

I see the Feds check me but I too move tekky

Like teks on the wing tryna avoid detection

Power back up and back on my Jetski

Ching-ching money tree, money come to me

I ride these waves, c.o.d zombies

Plant my seeds and they make trees

Reap of the fruit and I plant more seeds

'Til I reach to the top of the mountainous peak

The game is mine and I'm done with these streets

I'm coming for my gold and I'm coming for my keys

At ease