DESTINY Lyrics

As destined as Nasir second efforts, I never learnt my lesson

It wasn't penned it was etched in to leave impressions

Came out the womb with a ruined expression

Been knew the true was suppressed since I knew what suppression meant

I done had a few questions, since I had learned what depression meant

Gotta count a few blessings

I'm 'bout to learn if desperation'll send you heaven

By accident, if not it was all alleged

Caught your jeans on the hedges, you made it

Got your lawyer indebted to however you bring the cheques in

Never gotta check in no more, we bringing the guests in

The list never ends

Her and all her friends

A sea of red dresses, the ropes is all velvet

We on our way to having it all

Having our way and having it all

Having our way and having it all, yeah

Me and the guys, we fly the flag

It's on the wall, it's on the wall

It's on the wall

We on our way baby

We on our way to having it all

Having our way and having it all

We on our way

Having it all

Having our way, having it all

Having all of that plus additions

These the chapters where I be having shit

First half they had me, I wasn't having it

Had to be magic tricks since a kid and this shit is flattering

How much they tried to stamp out my imagination

Actually tried to manifest me not mattering

A cold depressed state they want you to inhabit

When you gravitate closer to Garvey than to a Gavin

Granny say

Pull ya pants up and stand up straight

That ammunition, you don't them want to have it if they should grab you

Marked that page and I tabbed it

Sorry Grandma

Massa won't make me pick that dance back up

If he had the cure to cancer in his hand, I wouldn't dap up

I perfected my Black Man stance and I'm standing back up

They got too used to us hittin' a Kaepernick

Switched up and I'm grabbin' shit

And having shit how I planned it

No accident

They call a young nigga aggresive but never passionate

Y'all got this shit, I'll shut the fuck up

Go on, cut up

Action, get back to the acting shit

Keep this shit in good fashion, y'all playing characters

Edgar Allen, I'm keeping shit in the rafters

Y'all niggas wyling

Got used to lying to officers

It's method acting

Never passing, I'm on my Black Mamba

Hit The Path, I'm cashing out to warm up

Did some shopping by the Ave, alright

Niggas mad mad, alright

Had to text this girl back, woah woah

Have to text this bitch back tonight

What they mad at for?

What they mad at for?

What they mad at for?

They mad at me and my bros

They mad at me and my hoe

Walking with bags in the store

They mad I'm young and nimble

They mad I go where I go

They mad it's loud when I spoke

They mad I smoke what I smoke

Ask these niggas why they mad though

Swear they don't even know

(They don't even know)

Swear they don't even know

What they mad at for?

What they mad at for?

What they mad at for?

(They mad at me and my bros)

What they mad at for?

(They mad at me and my hoe)

What they mad at for?

(Walking with bags in the store)