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Mr. Pookie - Destiny lyrics
[Mr. Pookie] Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha meanin Where I'm goin in this life,its so trife,I get to skeemin and dreamin Is thea a way I can make my route pay Talkin bout tha shit I used to do back in tha day But hey, times are hard and 4 me its get harder Got so many problems, they jus build up real quick like tarter Avoid tha few, and jus hang wit tha crew, as if u didnt knew It be that Stoneycrook crew, its a hard life And its affectin me so strong, sleepin hea and sleepin thea Not havin a place to call my home, this is wrong I aint neva had it hard like this But momma always told it would be a day like this Dirty po shit, baby I cant do it too long Cause I don had too much to stay down, gotta eat and stay strong Even though my brotha, he'll be thea through thick and thin Wont be gon in tha wind, like so called friends Pick up tha pen, let if flow like tha Trinity Problems steady killin me, gotta get some ends in my vicinity I'm in it deep, reep when I'm smashin on yo homies I didnt wanna do it, me and my baby need some money Hungry for this rap shit, phony, oh no, not this Wanted by tha po-po's, they wont get me, I'm too swift Dip off to tha Cliff, K-Roc fiya up this splif Aint nobody pagin me, cut our pager off this hip, its a trip Chorus[x4] Wha is my Destiny? Tell me [K-Roc] Got some problems in my mind, rewind, so I can find it These niggaz need to realize, my team gon keep climbin To find tha true meanin, haitian, devestation Not knowin wha you're facin, can be a lifetime complication So I'm lacin, these blunts wit weed, keep my G's, right beside me I dunno where danger is goin to find me Behind these doors that's where I stay Wit a blunt up in my mouth and a cocked AK And each day, I get tempted by these hoe ass niggaz So-So ass niggaz, jus po ass niggaz And I been broke b4 playa, but I kept my dreamin And I aint neva lettin it go 4 no goddamn cream Now fuck a football team, fuck that shit, what this means Is that I be damned if I'm 40 still servin these fiends And all tha shit I seen, wasnt no diamonds and pearls My destiny is to be blind from this fucked up world Nigga!!!!!! Chorus[x4] [Mr. Pookie] Still doin bad, but life is bout to change My homie jus called me cause he was bout to lace tha game You willin to rip it wit Tha Rockla and Tha Rap? Makin bread off wha you said, puttin Dallas on tha map Say no mo, I'll be ready when tha time is right Got to be patient in this game, but that's hard in life I got to fight, off hataz while I'm duckin tha laws Keep some money in my pocket, clothes, shoes and draws Neva pause, if I do I might slip off wit tha lifeless Beggin to tha Lord, bring me closer to tha brightness How can I fight this? A bag of weed, feelin loco wit my crooks, gotta skeem 4 cheese My opportunity came so I grabbed it Now I see my future in tha mist of all tha bad shit Hopin I dont pass it, tryin to keep a job and chill But now thea's 2 things on my patience, have no time to live Still feelin like I'm young, but I'm old enuff I must be trippin, get a hold of it, control tha stuff Leave tha lust of my dealin wit tha fools who want it Keep on slangin though you'll find a betta way to get up on it Listen homie it wont last long, wait til yo cash gon You gon be feelin bad cause you broke and you smash on No mo sackin and flippin burgers from scratch I'm in tha studio, rippin up tracks Chorus [x4] |
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