Child of Destiny

I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
Puerto Rican, Lebanese, hips so heavenly
She had a body like a child from destiny
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
Puerto Rican, Lebanese, hips so heavenly
She had a body like a child from destiny
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
You disrespect the god, it’s gon' be over, nigga
Pop your top like I was shaking up a soda, nigga
Claws on the contract, aware of who I contact
Twist you like a key, though, the hip is where the bombs at
Ring the alarm, slipknot, Immortal Kombat
Spit one of a kind raps, this sport is full contact
Keep reinventing
Pay no attention to them niggas dissing
My rocks glisten
You’re drama searching, cherry picking
I do it for my niggas in the kitchen
With the wrist in the pot, spinning
My uncle doing years for this shit
And when he get out, ayy no I bet he’ll be rich
If life’s a bitch, you got hell of a death kiss
Sin Satan just to send you the message
Move by code of ethics, mice left infected
Guns out, wrecked and get injected, shit is hectic
Bitches sweat a nigga like a track suit
Asking divine meaning about my tattoos
I tell 'em cash rules everything around me so cliche
Used to roll the homies pj’s
Niggas run the block like a relay
Knowledge be the DJ, he play the soundscape
All my peoples gotta get the poundcake
Finesse the cash, gotta get in shape
And when I leave Earth, nigga I’ll leave weight
I’m blowing purp for keepsake
Gold rim shades, I’m stunting on niggas
Guns and blades, I’m hunting these niggas
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
Puerto Rican, Lebanese, hips so heavenly
She had a body like a child from destiny
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
Puerto Rican, Lebanese, hips so heavenly
She had a body like a child from destiny
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody
You disrespect the god, it’s gon' be over, nigga
Pop your top like I was shaking up a soda, nigga
I need a queen that’s the color of ebony
Afro like the seventies, check out the melody