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Wasn't made for frontin' To bring the gauge was nuttin' Static start, I had the heart to squeeze Took less than nothing to pull it My first lesson was never bluff with a bullet If you show it gotta blow it, spark and leave Destined Destined Hard to take high road when down in the gutter Stop the flow, I pop and go with the pound and the cutter Rule the streets faceless, dodgin' police bracelets Draw weapons before jettin', the shells don't leave traces Had the trigger right by the abs and liver Young'ns can find some of my guns, they drag the river Lacks most skill though it may appear minimal Surprised by my career, thought I'd be career criminal Hood thieves keep me lifeless, extra part of the strangle Should be dead from palmin', I work harder than my guardian angel If you invoke threats for prestige, don't fess Want to juice or got loose, fresh-squeezed cold-pressed Get that out of breath phone call, my instincts loading the clips Fights against us is one sided the livest Mobius strip Badge of honor was rollin' dipped, bullet holes in the whip Cops never told me freeze cause this as cold as it get SongtexteWasn't made for frontin' To bring the gauge was nuttin' Static start, I had the heart to squeeze Took less than nothing to pull it My first lesson was never bluff with a bullet If you show it gotta blow it, spark and leave Destined Destined Missing hope before rhymin', windin' down vicious slope To feel if you diss a quote you a misanthrope Cause all that witness hear fitness and richer spoke You giving the gift of note, pray the wicked croak The sound rules from drogas is crown jewel Only judgment is that i love it, never found cruel Might be wordy and drawn to worthy the throne Seen bring 'em clean kingdom from the dirtiest home Amongst the dark vermin, while the hearts yearnin' Too intense to pay attention in class, it was hard learnin' Don't discard what I carve, I don't whittle nothing little All my niggas pump for big chunks, fuck the kibble So to honor they memory, I charm the assembly And be a lie, hold design with his arm and his remedy Wasn't made for frontin' To bring the gauge was nuttin' Static start, I had the heart to squeeze Took less than nothing to pull it My first lesson was never bluff with a bullet If you show it gotta blow it, spark and leave Destined Destined Aus Songtexte Mania