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Destiny
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Destiny was released on April 1, 2022 by HVM Records as a part of the album Im Still Me
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Release DateApril 1, 2022
LabelHVM Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dre Corleone
Dre Corleone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Smith
Terrence Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

Posted up on that eway standing with this cutter
I said all my ops scared i aint fucking stutter
12 took my glizzy from me went and got another
Can’t get caught without that fye i put that on my mother
5 deep in that cat just left out of hell.
Gary payton in my wood ik uk the smell
40 stuffed under the seat right next to the scale.
If 12 open up the trunk we going to a cell
Put a switch on the glock and turnt they city up
Big ass knot in my pocket but aint big enough
I been putting in extra work to run my digits up
They throw dirt on all our names but still be digging us
I was scrapping at that park back in GCP
Just a young turning up running rugby streets
Stealing chips from out the store with gray lincoln and dee
I swear this shit bigger than life im feeling like est gee
Now ima OG in this shit bitch im 25
Free my brother out that jam they gave em 29
I was 16 fucking bitches who was 25
Getting checked out from the school from hoes who 29
Can’t keep talking about that shit you got to show some action
By the time a **** want my feature im probably gone be taxing
Catch my opp and my him scream mike and janet jackson
Tell my shooters get a kill and they gone shoot like paxson
All that talking on the net but is you really bout it
High class steppers ya neck they sliding in an audi
If I want a **** dead Ill drop a bounty
Let the feds bam you up and get you knocked in county
Spending money on these bitches all just to smash
I was still fucking hoes and I didn’t have a bag.
When I learn to get that cash I went and fixed my swag
Still never paid for pussy boy these **** sad.
He talking like he want some static we gone catch his ass
He told my hoe about his crib see **** love to brag
Put some gloves up ya hands before you stuff the mag
And once we got him the trunk we burning up the jag
Go and find his stash
Take that and the cash
Doing 90 on a backroad trying not to crash
Purple drank like Jimmy neutron yea I gotta blast
We ain’t worried about no cameras cause we moved with mask.
Toledo **** in the whip they straight up out the nawf
Whole team full of winners
I put that shit on bos
When you start to get a check
You gone take a lost but how you bouce back from the lost
Is what gone make the boss
If you wanna call the shots you got to pay the cost
Everyday I had to hustle like im ricky ross
In Minnesota catching plays like randy moss
These peons talking bout they drip and ain’t even got sauce.
I lost my mans to these streets and shit ain’t been the same
Tattted names on my face because I loved the pain
I was suffering from depression look how far I came
I really want my homies back dont to much care for fame
Written by: Terrence Smith
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