Destiny M/V

"INFINITE

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[Verse 1: Da$H] (Sparking and exhaust tear, yeah so) Fuck you and everything you fucking represent (You know the rest nigga) You piece of shit I mean it Swim in Fallopian's of Ethiopian women The wheels are spinning, moon is glistening, view exquisite Now viewing witness, a youth that's twisted Off purple liquid made to cure the sickness Feel like my vision took a pitch shift Smoking that Samson got me lifted I'm the one who gave your girl cousin them drugs Your little brother's plug, spit inside your mother's mug Take her finest bottle, pour the liquor out for all my one's above The last shot is for the homie's locked Lit the crop, hit the lot Double spin into the Guinness drop, pull off in fourth gear Put it in park, the whores, they see me, say the Lord's here My voice is hoarse from them 'Ports dear Over here we don't support fear Road to the riches and the course clear I'm riding 'til the tires sparking and exhaust tear, it's on, yeah Yeah so, nigga [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] We couldn't come up with a hook so we gon' just use this I don't like ad-libs Amen Actavis in cactus cooler I bit the Apple on the Mac computer, you a loser There ain't a subject I can't tackle, either now or sooner Ain't got no shoulder pads, but collateral pass to her Running back, running rap, I bet you wish she knew ya' Black Lip Pastor, hallelujah (Soulo, Soulo) Soulo in this ho, that mean this church up in this bitch Gave her a sermon then I hit, God I'm an entity into titties, a fat ass, some clean pussy, and some good weed Knowledge and wisdom in abundance, infinite energy And I'll be sure to write night and day, literally Deadline snapback, Backwoods in my backpack Xan with that lean nigga, shit you never seen nigga Put that on my team nigga, 3 i's, you see me bruh Careful, you know the game's T-D-E, us Amen [Verse 3: Vince Staples] I heard they out there praying for the death of me I been down to knock, it's my destiny I been 'round the block, it's no testing me We been ran the north, it's no extra key So whatchu' got on lock my nigga? I tried to tell him, they ain't gon' get it I been prolific, been on this shit You can check mo millie, that was like 08's You niggas ain't no factors, just come around cause we ain't no actors It's no scenes cut, just checks Don't want 25, but I'll take my time If a nigga come around, tryna take what's mine Tryna take my life? good luck with that We got guns for that, you not coming back I got Fade in the bushes, lurking & looking Bout' that life, don't get your's took quick Just a story of some kids left stranded Couple of the homies and a couple automatics Come to the hood, get a good pack out Tombstone read RIP, with your hood whacked out You know what he about, at Ramona Park 'til after dark They drain they pool, we swam with sharks We shooting fools off 7th street You make the bed in which you sleep I stay awake like visiting dead With the hammer sitting indiscreet, in the streets [Verse 4: RetcH] (So sinister, so sinister, so sinister, the lone visitor) Lo God nigga, coming through your motherfucking speakers, bitch ass nigga Sold drugs in your granny building, in front the children A piece of shit, I'll be considered the most Baby hen on the dinner plate, I start the meal with a toast Three assorted cheeses, they garnish the loaf Cut the slices even Distribute them to my assemblage of these fucking heathens A bunch of demons in these Polo fleeces I clutch the reefers and evade polices I burn the Priest and vanish in the breezes I talk to Jesus, reconsidered features Rain dance on black sanded beaches Pick from the tree that bare the fruit of peaches Slaying these skeezers in the field of Eden These backwoods got me with the heavy breathing Connecting Venus and the shit the cheapest I hit the party with the Sherm perm, ear-rings look like strobe lights I cop the goldfish platforms for the cold price Hop out the V in all sequence, bitch is Swedish Suede Fedora, yeah my shit the meanest, you need it And I'm the founder of the shit On the forty-sixth floor, eating flounder with the shrimp Got a awfully thick splore and I just pound her with the dick Get the dope from out abroad, destroy the county with the shit Piece of shit records, where dreams come true You saying fuck me? nah, fuck you And fuck your moms and 'em Go fuck your Aunts daughter You piece of shit, you're disgusting, I hate you