DESTINED4YA ft. Jamahl & WakeUpIDA Lyrics

Where the liquor at?

Tell my homie pour me up

Grab the bottle, pour it out, she bout to lick me up

I want chrome encrusted foreigns brought from 'cross the border

Shit I've never seen, I think you only see what's destined for ya

They say what's written only wrote by the winners

My big homie don't go thirty, he go straight to a trigger

Cause if they threw or they shoot, and he knew he ain't shoot

He'd die like, "Damn. Y'all best go get my get back"

You only hear bout like one half of the story

Like what Jesus did for Jonah, like how Kanye did Vory

Hit my phone like, "Is you crazy?"

No, that's just what she posting

It might be best to plead the fifth until I buy my first Rolly

See them bozo boys is stuck in them stands

Almost every single moment just one part of the plan

Cause at age eight, I knew that, since day one, I been made

Destined for some greatness

I can't let no bozo phase me

I can't let no bozo phase me, it's a waste of my time

I can see the diamonds shining, so they got to be mine

I don't see no one approaching so they got to be lying

Private flying, coast to coasting, no more waiting in line

Say you need someone to coach you, I can't throw you a dime

Or show you a sign

My energy just flow with the tide, I look to the sky

I'm dreaming about doing a mil, you toting a lie

You dreaming about popping a pill, and signing that deal

Your label got you splitting that bill, like how would you feel?

Why don't you get away from the fake, and sign with the real?

So you can go and cop you a place where you can feel safe

Cause you know that we destined for greatness, make no mistake

And you know that we can't be replaced, not up for debate

And drop the tape without a delay

And even if we did you know this shit was worth all the wait

And you know we gonna put in the time

Yea, yea

Yea, yea

Whoa, whoa

Yea, yea

It was never a doubt between that if and when

If your destiny call then boy you better win

A nigga ain't go to college, I mean I'm focused on dollars

I can not fuck with white collars, I might just fuck with narcotics

I might just switch up the coast, I turn my love to a ghost

And only pop out at shows

Got bitches doing the most

Got niggas say I'm the goat

I mean I already know

The prophecy's all wrote

Destiny foretold

Where the liquor at?

Tell my homie pour me up

Grab the bottle, pour it out, she bout to lick me up

I want chrome encrusted foreigns brought from 'cross the border

Shit I've never seen, I think you only see what's destined for ya

They say what's written only wrote by the winners

My big homie don't go thirty, he go straight to a trigger

Cause if they threw or they shoot, and he knew he ain't shoot

He'd die like, "Damn. Y'all best go get my get back"

You only hear bout like one half of the story

Like what Jesus did for Jonah, like how Kanye did Vory

Hit my phone like, "Is you crazy?"

No, that's just what she posting

It might be best to plead the fifth until I buy my first Rolly

See them bozo boys is stuck in them stands

Almost every single moment just one part of the plan

Cause at age eight, I knew that, since day one, I been made

Destined for some greatness

I can't let no bozo phase me