Fate Lyrics

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Mirror mirror on the

Nah, I'm the flyest of em' all

I got a call from Jay Z asleep and he told me my swaggers nothing like y'all (nah)

I'm geeked but not surprised

I'm more appalled with the fact he ain't tell me sooner in time

I'm business oriented like suit and ties

My nine to five is scribble and rhyme

The only thing not black about me is my flows are white I'm cut and dry

Like crack music, game changer

No producer and still make heat more than Heat makerz (Ok)

I'm in the hiz-ouse with some hoes sipping crown

Or either I'm up in his house watching his go to town

Horny broad can't keep her shit in her gown

For ten ninety nine her shit go meow but she keeping me in the pound

I been dope since New Boyz were around

Ain't shit really change, I'm still a jerk that's wearing skinny jeans but I can buy new colors now

I'm the type to be Ms. Tubman of the underground

Wait until that drop I'm shutting mad shit down (Ok)

Meanwhile wanna hear a joke (knock knock)

Your favorite rappers a hoax

He think he can touch the kid, I got a riddle for the Pope

When I sit niggas down and say suicides their best hope but then they step up anyway take a guess at who ties the rope

You wanna know what we do here's a preview (Ok)

I can't tell you that it's sanctioned cus' there's no way that's it legal

I'll catch you up to speed this some saucy shit I can teach you

Everyone is catching on so If you haven't then you need to

I'm about to be there real soon nigga

(Yeah)

You gonna wanna be here when I say I did it

My niggas barely get half of the bars I be spitting

Not too simplistic, kinda' witted but I'm fully ambitious

I been peeping the agenda

Niggas told me drop cus' I'm hot ain't showing no love cus' I'm hotter than niggas thought I was

Don't kill the messenger, my eyes and ears all I need

My eyes say they don't work like me, my ears say believe what you see

I jumped up and got to it like I felt chicken grease

I'm hot boy, someone tell drizzy tell Wayne to hit me

Then tell Wayne tell drizzy relay to Nicki that I need Nicki

I'm a horny mother fucker girl forgive me (Please)

My chick brunette but legally blonde

Not because her hair but her brain stupid like it's literally off

Tell em' put survivor on my tombstone like I'm Laura Croft

Too many signs point to what I'm doing is right, I can't be wrong

Hindsight I should've put this on a mixtape

Last of my generation ninety's baby who would die for mine like Kunta Kinte

I'm used to being starved, I rather have too much than none on my plate

Who needs faith when you know it's fate

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