Failure is your destiny
Six new whips on the drive and they all come with sticks
Yeah that's right, I've been f*cking on six
Different chicks every night, yeah
Trying to go and manifest my dreams
That's the mission that I got at hand
I'm always on the road, give me props like the Michelin man
Went from eating TV dinners, now I'm living lavishly
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
People getting curious
Cause now they see me passing them
While they still stuck in one place
I treat this shit like any other race
I get into my zone and then I lap em
Guess I get too tricky
With my words and flows
Most of y'all are sending hate to me
But I still ignore that stupid shit, you dumb ass hoes
Put me in a room with a mic
And I'll rap my f*cking pants off
All while continuously f*cking up the beat
Hope it makes sense now
When I say I go nuts on the mic
Yes indeed, I'm a freak
I don't tweak from a Twitter page
Talking loud at me
Who the f*ck's allowing these kids with no allowance
Or some keys to get an ego bigger
Than a Robbie Williams mansion
Y'all just need to tone it down
Just tone it down man
Y'all be doing the most
For no reason
Y'all just need to tone it down
Like dubstep
Quit trying to make moves
To get me hit for a quick buck
That's a dumb step
Quit acting out of character
We all know you not about it
Even though you thought about it
You ain't got that killer mode in you
So take a step back and get to moving
Like the cha-cha slide
You don't know a thing about this life
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
I got too much pride
That's why you will never get a reply
Let alone online
So I hit the studio and get high
And make a song about it
For my platform to hear
All the stupid shit that you be talking about
And maybe this is hypocritical of me
But I got inner critics talking to me
Saying I should do it
That's why I don't hesitate
To get it off my chest through a song
Rather than an argument
Over social platforms
That shits way too corny for me
I don't f*ck with drama
No euphoria for me
So when you see me walking out your life
Please don't hesitate to go and close the door for me
Ay man
Some of y'all need to chill
Sneak dissing
Tryna diss
I see it
But it's corny
Your intellect is as weak as your dollar
Failure is your destiny
You disrespect yourself
And your nation
You are made of stupid
What the f*ck
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Failure is your destiny
Six new whips on the drive and they all come with sticks
Yeah that's right, I've been f*cking on six
Different chicks every night, yeah
Trying to go and manifest my dreams
That's the mission that I got at hand
I'm always on the road, give me props like the Michelin man
Went from eating TV dinners, now I'm living lavishly
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
People getting curious
Cause now they see me passing them
While they still stuck in one place
I treat this shit like any other race
I get into my zone and then I lap em
Guess I get too tricky
With my words and flows
Most of y'all are sending hate to me
But I still ignore that stupid shit, you dumb ass hoes
Put me in a room with a mic
And I'll rap my f*cking pants off
All while continuously f*cking up the beat
Hope it makes sense now
When I say I go nuts on the mic
Yes indeed, I'm a freak
I don't tweak from a Twitter page
Talking loud at me
Who the f*ck's allowing these kids with no allowance
Or some keys to get an ego bigger
Than a Robbie Williams mansion
Y'all just need to tone it down
Just tone it down man
Y'all be doing the most
For no reason
Y'all just need to tone it down
Like dubstep
Quit trying to make moves
To get me hit for a quick buck
That's a dumb step
Quit acting out of character
We all know you not about it
Even though you thought about it
You ain't got that killer mode in you
So take a step back and get to moving
Like the cha-cha slide
You don't know a thing about this life
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
I got too much pride
That's why you will never get a reply
Let alone online
So I hit the studio and get high
And make a song about it
For my platform to hear
All the stupid shit that you be talking about
And maybe this is hypocritical of me
But I got inner critics talking to me
Saying I should do it
That's why I don't hesitate
To get it off my chest through a song
Rather than an argument
Over social platforms
That shits way too corny for me
I don't f*ck with drama
No euphoria for me
So when you see me walking out your life
Please don't hesitate to go and close the door for me
Ay man
Some of y'all need to chill
Sneak dissing
Tryna diss
I see it
But it's corny
Your intellect is as weak as your dollar
Failure is your destiny
You disrespect yourself
And your nation
You are made of stupid
What the f*ck
Six new whips on the drive and they all come with sticks
Yeah that's right, I've been f*cking on six
Different chicks every night, yeah
Trying to go and manifest my dreams
That's the mission that I got at hand
I'm always on the road, give me props like the Michelin man
Went from eating TV dinners, now I'm living lavishly
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
People getting curious
Cause now they see me passing them
While they still stuck in one place
I treat this shit like any other race
I get into my zone and then I lap em
Guess I get too tricky
With my words and flows
Most of y'all are sending hate to me
But I still ignore that stupid shit, you dumb ass hoes
Put me in a room with a mic
And I'll rap my f*cking pants off
All while continuously f*cking up the beat
Hope it makes sense now
When I say I go nuts on the mic
Yes indeed, I'm a freak
I don't tweak from a Twitter page
Talking loud at me
Who the f*ck's allowing these kids with no allowance
Or some keys to get an ego bigger
Than a Robbie Williams mansion
Y'all just need to tone it down
Just tone it down man
Y'all be doing the most
For no reason
Y'all just need to tone it down
Like dubstep
Quit trying to make moves
To get me hit for a quick buck
That's a dumb step
Quit acting out of character
We all know you not about it
Even though you thought about it
You ain't got that killer mode in you
So take a step back and get to moving
Like the cha-cha slide
You don't know a thing about this life
You are made of stupid, what the f*ck
I got too much pride
That's why you will never get a reply
Let alone online
So I hit the studio and get high
And make a song about it
For my platform to hear
All the stupid shit that you be talking about
And maybe this is hypocritical of me
But I got inner critics talking to me
Saying I should do it
That's why I don't hesitate
To get it off my chest through a song
Rather than an argument
Over social platforms
That shits way too corny for me
I don't f*ck with drama
No euphoria for me
So when you see me walking out your life
Please don't hesitate to go and close the door for me
Ay man
Some of y'all need to chill
Sneak dissing
Tryna diss
I see it
But it's corny
Your intellect is as weak as your dollar
Failure is your destiny
You disrespect yourself
And your nation
You are made of stupid
What the f*ck
Writer: Quinten Avina
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid