U-god - Destiny lyrics

[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)] I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny (My life, my life, my life, my life) I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of me Uh-huh, I ain't never gonna stop... never [Letha Face] Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteous And bang with a tight fist gripped on the handle Samples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the block For them teens murkin' them cops, for d**h penalties at stake Shakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grain Never make the mistake of givin' my last name To a woman who blames me for all the problems in her life I play the wheel of fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my life My life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the target And everybody's takin' shots at me I pull up fab', but you was love, but I'm not happy Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby son Now it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricks Creative a building where I stack my chips Flip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordings You disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil [Chorus] [INF-Black] Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make a bundle Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind In the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the times Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage Full of rage on my life, now I express it on stage Relieve the tension over mics, in the whole first page My deepest feelings hide inside but always show over my face A young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast pace As I notice, and unfolded the years start to age Reality'll hit you like a hand held grenade Give me thanks to my earth, she knew when she made official Birth of her first son, young gun, .38 special For my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistol Wait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issues Wanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental [Chorus] [Letha Face] You're never gonna make it in this rap game My baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack came Swimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dame Backstrokin' to the blames of corruption I'm s**ed in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin' Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin' I'm down for men, murderers, who murder murderers And serve customers with that all night service Purchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scale The streets say the prayers, ya'll be conquered by the prodigal Got it in hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy Is sellin' c**aine my destiny, or the best of me? Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shatters The frame, on your H2 Hummer I'm a bloodhound at heart, it's in my blood, I live it up If I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what [Chorus 2X] Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never gonna stop - repeated to end