Destined

[Intro]
Way before I knew my records would sell
I knew I was destined for shit
Way before I knew all of my records would sell
They knew I'm the shit
I know I'd get to this moment
I never questioned it, not one fuckin' bit, uh

[Verse]
Don't worry Haze, yeah I got 'em
And niggas wanna talk about this shit
Money, calibration, if it means getting paid
But niggas ain't talk about this shit, uh
Gotta keep it real, the sentimental keep it trill
Ever had a million, make a motherfucker squeal
If somebody get it everybody know the deal
I was doing this shit way before I had a deal
And I keep it independent, I ain't got a deal
Money, intuition, everybody gotta kill
Niggas in the hood, they always shot up in the field
Always serving bricks to hella niggas in a box
Always on the hunt, them other niggas gettin' caught
Talk about their sales like they always make a lot
I was in this shit before a nigga caught till
Fuck your situation, best rapper, I'm real
I was doing this shit way before I got sealed
Way before I got caught, way before I had popped
Motherfuckers got dropped, I was cruisin' in the city
Had to put it on lock, can't put me in a box
I'm Houdini with the shit
A left-right wrist, everybody can't permit
I'm caught up in the shit while the others pop pills
Everybody want a body but nobody keep it trill
Motherfuckers wanna copy but them niggas ain't real
Woo, you be rapping 'bout a Maybach
I could make the state flat, probably get your brains splat
Acting like you really got the chopper or the K back
I was wearing all-black, ready for the call back
Sittin' in a waveback, niggas had the wave caps
Get this shit played back, you could not retape that
Shoot him like it's A flat, make a nigga face flat
I do what I can, you don't understand
You don't get the plans, you don't understand my growth
I be living as a man, dying for the clan
Staying with the fam, all my niggas got hope
I was clinically inclined, never stole my shine
Niggas will define, everybody will peep this shit
You fake for real, you pay for thrills
My pen is steel, I broke my seal
I'm showing skill, niggas talking 'bout the stacks
Count your blessings, not the bills
All I do is stack these raps, motherfuckers talk about it
Motherfuckers hangin' out the window, get a problem by the end of the night, get killed
Way before somebody grab the chopper
Do 'em proper like the 007, somebody in the field
I was in the field, runnin' up a ticket for the thrill
Way before I had a chance to be here, woo!
I be chillin' in the game
All these other rap niggas always cowered in fear, woo!
You be doing what you can
You be doing what you can for the moment that's trill, woo!
But I'm not competing with the rest of these niggas, y'all niggas ain't real
Y'all niggas ain't real