Текст песни Destiny Pt. 2 (feat. Que P) - Lakah

Feeling Like PAC in this Bitch (Yesssirrr)

Lakah
1204 Bidnezzz
Yeh! I Know My Destiny is Hell (Is Hell) But, Did I Fail? (Uh)
Juggin by the bale I can't taking no fucking L (Uh)
If the rap don't work then I back to the trap (trap)
If you try to take what's mine I get yo goofy ass clapped
Ok folks (uh)... it's a Wrap (it's a wrap)
Niggas talking like a sapp that's why it's 30 in my strap
Mama told me better get some money
Support your bad habits (habits)
So I had to have it I don't care if I made it or snatched it
Say you want the smoke backwood bitch I'm ashing (pshhh)
It was 2014 when I made "never lackin" (never lackin)
You need an Oscar all the acting you know we get active (uh)
You moving slow like some molasses you ain't making racks bitch
Don't care about my ex ain't gotta flex I ran up a check
VVs on My Neck bet they regret that they ain't with the kid
Being broke it ain't joke it never been attractive
I had to move them packs at the max I get the racks in
And I ain't into that the internet that's how you get caught lackin
They push your ceiling back they into that
Best believe they gone get active

Say, we really into that my nigga they really trap we really strapped
And we play tic for tac we known for getting back
Your team get snatched
And we know ya been a rat
Coming around with no pacc ain't feeling that
Get high off getting niggas wacced
Heard he was talking out his neck made me relapse
Hell nah we ain't giving no dap
Had your bitch in the trap she was eating my lap
Keep quiet for a Nigga get papped
100 round coming to his cap only take a tap
Put da 9 on the map get money even if I ain't rap
We don't do naps, ray gun I'll get a Nigga zapped
Put a lil bow on his hat call that shit a wrap
Heard it was pressure with 1204 we known to stretch'em
They say that my drippin excessive
Bank account lookin Impressive I'm strapped with that iron
Im impressive leave him on a dresser
You in the background like a extra my weed is terrestrial
Im doing this shit with no effort You trap out a O we got several
I could put your rent on my bezel or maybe a sweater
Got that shit down to a T like a letter
I hop a rental and change up the weather
Lately it's like I been on a new level
They say life is him and I know I'm a devil
And if I catch him we spin with Beretta's
He sang like a bird and I take off his feathers
Dressed in all black they think we some Goodfellas
We coming to take all your spots like Cruella
When it's that time I slide on my mask
And if we in traffic I'm doing the dash
Don't speak on back den cause that shit in the past
These rappers is panicking and I'm on they ass
Bitches so fake I see through'em like glass
They tell whatever to get to your cash
Was just tellin Lakah this shit took off fast
Was just with them rags now I got them bags