paroles de chanson Destiny - IAMELLEM.

Better know my name nigga
Iamellem what I want is what I′m gettin nigga
Better think about your moves might regret them nigga
Mess with me imma pit your ass to bed nigga
Said I'll be a couple minutes till I get you niggas back with the boim smack
Smash out the cypher with some claps yeah
See how they collapse
When they see my abs
City on the map
Made it out the bottom
See how I attack
Fake fucks trynna act like they be up to something
Raincheckin everytim they get to show you somethin
I be strapped to m teeth
Cause my sheets limit exceeded kike credit cards
Maxed out mind risin talk like an avatar
Scarface grind give a fuck about your bank account
Third eye wide vision lookin for the right amount
Ever since a baby I would smack you if you run your mouth
Hot nigga bad temper blame it on the south

They be actin like im givin up
But this the season imma live it up
Worked too hard I aint goin back
Told my niggas hold the strap
While I′m countin up my racks

Lyrical pill
Can't get enough of the thrill
The nigga who gives em the chills
They told me
To chill
I said I will if I have mills
And momma dont pay no more bills
Digest what I'm feeding
Provide the service you be needin
Same plant different breed
Level up like in creed two
Droppin gyms what I gotta do
Lowkey plannin big moves
Tape out hope you get it too
All the smoke got me lifted
Switch it up man I′m gifted
Different lane same vision
Different nigga same mission
Different bitches same stroke
Different gig still broke
Killin niggas via rope
Blessin souls like the pope
Shut it down when I stepped up on the stage
I′m the type of brother causin mad rage
Titties flashin when we rave yeah
Cryptic makin new waves
While I write a new page
Cover up like toupee
Till I got like two chains
Top of the food chain
I'm trynna elevate
Leavin mad stains on yo baby momma
Plus I′m showin mad brain and I'm makin numbers
Level up now they follow like I got them numbers
Always tasty with the sauce aint got time to slumber

They be actin like im givin up
But this the season imma live it up
Worked too hard I aint goin back
Told my niggas hold the strap
While I′m countin up my racks