Letras
Shout out to my man Tyler got the studio up late for me
VSOP in the solo, it's that 781 habit
(Chuckles)
Chorus:Destiny is a choice it's an option. end up worst in a room full of problems. Words from men who had nothing but still accomplish. X2
life about mastering a doctrine.
Coming from the hood a niggas head get clouded.
Since I was seed I knew I wanted to be inspiring.
IM A NATURAL BORN LEADER. These niggas fake and they conspiring.
Im blessed down to the socks. My words got these niggas steamed like a crock pot
I'm cruising I'm walking down a board walk. Bitch shut up I don't want to hear your bored talk.
I'm inspired with daily accomplishments. I know my hard work will lead to progress
Clouded mind run your brain like tyrant. It almost sent me to a place don't remind me
Resilient in my ways my work speak for itself
it run circles around you like a track race.
Put a bet down make money the fastest way.
Making bread the only thing on mind today.
Stack paper like pasta on a dinner plate.
Silver spoon niggas wish they could honestly relate.
I was born grinding
from crumbs to filets.
I rise to the top like that niggas bane.
I light the mic up I speak pure flames.
My rhymes overwhelming there's no extinguishing my game.
I'm trying bring back an old sport fuck doing it for fame.
What happened to them legends who only rapped about the pain.
Now we got these new niggas talk about fuck bitches get paid.
Only thing you getting is a reputation for being lame and a bullet with your name engraved.
I spit led, knock rappers down. I'm the brother of death.
I'm trying to spread this raw rap game like a ripple effect.
Cause I'm talking real grind shit. With me you can't go wrong.
Someone hurt these niggas feelings. They out here singing love songs.
Get this boy a tissue while he claim he got his thug on.
You need to read the manual.
first thing on the list is don't let a bitch fuck with the process.
And don't get mad just cause I'm being honest.
I'm out here to rearrange the game I'm the music prophet.
Fuck with me your face get changed like a plastic surgeon.
I'm always looking for opportunities cause my music my purpose.
I got a nose for the fake.
i smell your pussy like a mile away.
Y'all really talking reckless but end up on the news with a bunch of caution tape.
I'm not the same as them cats talking fake lives of greatness.
I'm still in that grit phase only the top i stay patient.
Money the motivation, wanted to rap true words is my inspiration.
My motives get you screaming like you was a mental patient
I stay steady , I'm move silent then kill.
My cycle of life go in circles like a windmill.
Creat art, make money and don't be I'll willed.
Wait for drop
Spread the Cream to people that preach what you Instill.
Chorus:Destiny is a choice it's an option. end up worst in a room full of problems. Words from men who had nothing but still accomplish.