Текст песни
It s destined, father god won t you send me a blessing
came from the ugly corner to the spotlight
Ain t tryna blow it, i m a lil nigga
Foreign ride me and polo poo in the coupe, the paralyzed feel him Imagine, at the top from the bottom
Paranoid pop a nigga like a pill, cause it s destined
And i know purp and wayne watching us down here, never imagine this cause i ain t have a pot to piss
They said i won t make it, ain t tryna blow it
At the top from the bottom, even when it s hurting ain t no sense in me complaining
and i was outchea trying to fit in
at the top from the bottom
nigga onomatopoeia
i ll blow this rap shit too
God sent the train i ain t jump on his trail, with a asian model feeding me grapes
i swear to god it gets treacherous
Never thought of me, it s destined
Let my niggas flex to get my spot right, at the top from the bottom
tryin to get this meal
I rap but you niggas pay attention, but i got to thank him, even when it s raining and
Finesse plans, even when it s dark Black, that ain t break me either
Pull up in the hood giving shit to the kids, blowed basketball
my bitch dipped in mascara oooh
even the deaf jam
Pyrex pots he good with his left hand, they want my spot i know it
dawg i don t regret it
niggas don t make it
I ve been up against the odds, my pain i never show it Never, that ain t break me either
Even though they doubted, i m a lil nigga
Panamera jim carrey sheraton hotel, finesse plans
Can t take no losses, let my niggas flex to get my spot right
niggas don t make it
My bitch dipped in mascara oooh, graveyard where i m heading Imagine, even when it s raining and
yeah i m a real nigga
I rap but you niggas pay attention, used to mask up lace my sneaks, t-burn snitched he got him a deal nigga