Fate Lyrics

How the love turn to hate when I'm the one you should appreciate

Fuck the the fakes, all of their fates I'll obliterate

No mistake, I'ma go cray with Osama rage

Bombs in range, enter the trauma stage

I need the homage payed right when the profits made

Because the blood, sweat, and tears I put in won't evaporate

Who am I about to decapitate right when I captivate

Slashin' the track away, sick of you iggasnay

Y'all better back away

Turn you to batter or a paste when I activate

Aim at the magistrate, I was fucked up in traffic that Saturday

Hey Target, what happened to that hazard pay

I still got this mask on 'cause COVID ain't gone away

The gov' got a big role to play but there isn't much I will say

Don't need to be cloned and replaced

Please get the fuck out my face, okay thanks

I just want to be paid and reach ranks that I can't in this place

That I hate, honestly

I just might catch a case in HR with the way that I fuck with the babes

'Cause I need entertained but they never complain

I know these hoes want to sit on my face

I'm so slick with the tongue

They all want on this ride with no break

So what is my fate

Will I waste away dazed in this place

Already been here for six, don't know how much more I can take

I just scrolled down the book of face

Found this contest, figured I'll be the one who's embraced

Don't know shit 'bout the game but on a beat I come out sick as a plague

So, what is my fate

What is my fate

What is my fate

I've been searching all day like

What is my fate

What is my fate

What is my fate

I want a plate for the fam and the gang

So, what is my fate

What is my fate

What is my fate

I'm sick of waitin' and runnin' in place

So, what is my—what is my—what is my fate

When I come out snappin', make you wonder what the fuck had just happened

In my head it's ready, set, action

Gotta find my passion for thrashin'

I've felt so much rejection from the old look of my presence

Cuff up pussy just to use sex as a weapon to fight off my depression

Wouldn't even take one of those fuckin' Excedrin

With so many dead ones I'm reppin'

On earth I have to find me some heaven

Sometimes I feel like I can't die, 'cause I never was alive

My emptiness I'm acceptin'

Actions reprehensible yet seemed so sensible

She the suction cup up on my tentacle

Making moves pivotal to reach my ending goal

Puffing on the indigo, while feeling a bit pitiful

Ain't done shit yet, I'm still catching their ridicule

Wait for the baguettes on my bitch like a centerfold

Out in Paris with a bigger loaf, bigger pole

Get exposed for yo inner hoe

I might just scalp yo ass like an original Seminole

If you're an opposition it'll be decomposition

I'm not politickin'

You can't stop this mission since I plot to get it

Nigga, I'm not switchin', I'm not chicken

Make my own fate I guess that is my decision

Just a toxic nigga with kaleidoscopic vision

Got a lot of interests in a lot of business

Rap is my admission and the clock is tickin'

I'm on the road to winnin' for my daughter nigga

Fuck my father nigga

I got vengeance, left my mamma wit it

Alone had to get it

Now on tracks I blast explicit, drastic with precision nigga

'Bout to snatch a ticket in his absence

On a trip to live lavish bitches

It's like I'm the chosen one playin' Quidditch flying towards the golden snitch

None of these niggas spit as cold as this

Like a Dementor suckin' out ya fuckin' soul and shit

Expecto Patronum and ya dome is blown to bits

I'm just goin' through phases

Wonderin' what the hell is my fate is

When I can rip these motherfuckin' pages

I'm on the way to be the greatest!