No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy
With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny
She leave her hair on the floor
Hopefully that will be my fate or
Third ward general, young cash money
I was thinking "she's my destiny"
Your fate equates to stormin the
You're fucking with me, nigga
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
We can then appreciate our fate
Take a minute or two before testing your fate
That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade
Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
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