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• Artiste: DSTRCT
• Titre: As Fate Would Have It
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"What if it doesn't work out for you?" "You don't even got the money to get up out of the house, do you?" "Poor excuse of a man" "What are the odds it would happen again?" "Lightning, doesn't strike twice my friend" It probably don't get much better than this (It's so many done tellin' me I keep this shit goin') Forever, for ever ever, for ever ever, I meant it You hear the shit that I put together? Not to mentiion, uh, I should've quit when, uh They said my gift was, uh, more like a pipe dream, uh I didn't listen, uh, I was jit when I, uh Made an executive decision ever since (What was that?) I did what's best for my interest, don't slip Imagine payin' all that shit any attention What would you do if you could see it in real life, buddy? Not only that but you could see what it feels like, buddy? Now that's enough to make a nigga stay sleepless (For real) You tellin' me doin' this shit wouldn't feel right, buddy? Thinkin' I'm only in this bitch when I feel like, buddy? They would expose me, rip it and bring it to light Nigga, I'm chosen What does it seem like, buddy? I mean, for real, what did you think it would be like, buddy? So before they pass judgment on the way that I got here And make every excuse why they not here Sayin' if it wasn't for my daddy then I probably wouldn't More about relationship and less about the work I put in Listen to this shit before you form an opinion About a nigga who wanted this shit as much as anyone And only got it from workin' harder than everyone (Everyone) Yeah, I still hear 'em all sayin' "What if it doesn't work out for you?" "You don't even got the money to get up out of the house, do you?" "Poor excuse of a man" "What are the odds it would happen again?" "Lightning, doesn't strike twice my friend" It probably don't get much better than this (I mean, my story it is what it is, this I know) Two flowers from the ghetto both growin' up One baby in the picture and another on the cusp New money, new city, one came into the luck Put both in a two-story crib in the cut Late 90's, mid summer, 3PM Incomin', baby boy, you should've seen him Nine pounds, ten ounces and a face that's Just like the mother's but he took the father's name, yup Who would've thought? Seein' the shit that he saw Bein' the kid that he was, never in trouble with law Havin' the shit that he had, talkin' the way that he talks Lookin' the way that he looks, walkin' the way that he walks Without a body to his name, not a set that he could claim Not a drug that he could sell, not a single bit of shame From Topanga to the Waves, a community with gates Somehow he'd be the biggest motherfucka in the game and it's all facts I ain't hidin' my story, man, what you call that? I'm with whoever that want it, no matter what And they still ain't comin' how I'm comin' I ain't duckin', I ain't runnin', I ain't gotta prove nothin' Anybody got a problem, say that shit Anybody havin' doubts, tell 'em play my shit (It's like that) Anything they got to say that's it And this should be the only time I need to address it, it worked out for me Yeah More money but it's bigger than amounts, ain't it? No excused, I made As fate would have it, it happened again Lightning, struck twice on our name It really don't get much better than this, yeah I just had to represent (I just had to represent) (I just had to represent)