FINAL DESTINATION Lyrics

Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it

Wondered if this shit would still slap

Even if I shat on it

My confidence been low

My nigga Kenzo had told me my time was coming

The stove god told me shits coming my way next

But I ain't talking success I'm talking writing my texts

Talkin being contempt

I'm talking writing my story less thinking about my

Less thinking about the people I hurt

When I was at my worst

And as I write these words

I feel empty

Periodical sorrow

Feeling like there's no tomorrow

It's so lengthy

Apologies

The grief and animosity I caused can't be revoked

And everytime I revisit these moments start to choke

On this nonexistent ball that starts forming in my throat

Trynna call my niggas but the answers they don't know

Ooh shit!

That was some Final Destination shit

Forty!

Aye

Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it

Wondered if I could convey the real me

Not them niggas on TV in cc and triple s

Rollin' around in they G16's

In the back with triple d titties

Heard this beat and I wondered if I could rap on it

My skillset

Ain't complex

But I'm trying my best to get better

The forty8era era has only just begun

Not doing this shit for fun this is my life

Still wonder if I could rap on it

The pressure on my pen is heavy

Motivation is envy

I'm constantly comparing myself to niggas I can't be

So I wonder if I could rap on it

Fuck