It Was Written

Shit just didn't happen it was written

Momma taught me how to whip it , mixing the kitchen

Had a couple grand and ain't never seen my father

Shit ain't made me weak it just made me grind harder (pause)

Look up at the score

Had a couple bags so we stashed them in the floor

and a moment for those still missing (chopped)

People looking at me like we changed up different

If you ever come to

CC,

If you ever come through

and you was who you were, still basic

Why you gotta force that shit, just chasing

All y'all spit bars I ride the beat, I'm wasted

You aint gotta say I'm the best just face it

 

Era