U-God - Destiny lyrics

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(feat. Autumn Rue, INF-Black, Letha Face)

[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]

I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny

(My life, my life, my life, my life)

I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of me

Uh-huh, I ain't never gonna stop... never

[Letha Face]

Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteous

And bang with a tight fist gripped on the handle

Samples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the block

For them teens murkin' them cops, for death penalties at stake

Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain

Never make the mistake of givin' my last name

To a woman who blames me for all the problems in her life

I play the wheel of fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my life

My life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the target

And everybody's takin' shots at me

I pull up fab', but you was love, but I'm not happy

Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby son

Now it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricks

Creative a building where I stack my chips

Flip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordings

You disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil



Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make a bundle

Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle

On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind

In the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the times

Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage

Full of rage on my life, now I express it on stage

Relieve the tension over mics, in the whole first page

My deepest feelings hide inside but always show over my face

A young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast pace

As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age

Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade

Give me thanks to my earth, she knew when she made official

Birth of her first son, young gun, .38 special

For my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistol

Wait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issues

Wanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental


[Letha Face]

You're never gonna make it in this rap game

My baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack came

Swimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dame

Backstrokin' to the blames of corruption

I'm sucked in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin'

Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin'

I'm down for men, murderers, who murder murderers

And serve customers with that all night service

Purchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scale

The streets say the prayers, ya'll be conquered by the prodigal

Got it in hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy

Is sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me?

Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shatters

The frame, on your H2 Hummer

I'm a bloodhound at heart, it's in my blood, I live it up

If I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what

[Chorus x2]

Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never gonna stop [repeated to end]

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