Destiny Awaits

Hook: Ain’t no looking back. Yeah, you know the path I’m on It awaits, see my destiny awaits Let me tell you, it’s okay. ‘Cause one day, yeah, I know I’ll hold the throne It awaits, see my destiny awaits Manifest Ask me if I got it, I say, “Yes I do.” With the cards I’m dealt, I’m ‘bout to make my move Can’t control the world, control my attitude Verse 1: Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with the bread, I was pressed. Now I’m at the Horizon, my horizon is up next Loud and clear, no Verizon. I’m deciding what’s next Now I care where my mind is, gotta minus the regret Gotta minus all the spineless. Don’t engage, I just redirect Seeing timeless what my grind is. No decay. I just resurrect. Real runner, real runner, even when I’m down bad I’m blessed Real runner, real runner, stack a couple bands, then I make it stretch Real runner, real runner, it’s a marathon, I ain’t out of breath Field runner, hill runner, it don’t even matter. Trails imma trek Boxes imma check. Bottles imma pop. Celebrate success. Got a lot in store. Dare to inspect? Not anymore. I was upset. Not anymore. Felt like a threat. Not anymore. Now I reset Imma endure. Headed for the jet I’ll be sure I’m off on my own It’s a lonely road, but I ain’t alone Real runners with me, we gon’ run the globe Vision in my sight, imma let you know that there Ain’t no looking back. Yeah, you know the path I’m on It awaits, see my destiny awaits Let me tell you, it’s okay. ‘Cause one day, yeah, I know I’ll hold the throne It awaits, see my destiny awaits Manifest Ask me if I got it, I say, “Yes I do.” With the cards I’m dealt, I’m ‘bout to make my move Can’t control the world, control my attitude R.I.P. my people, that’s on me R.I.P. my ego, that’s on Coley and Lacy R.I.P. self-conscious, R.I.P anxiety R.I.P. the things that hinder me from being me. Be Careful with it, be respectful it. If you disregard it, someone else will get it So you better guard it like a golden ticket. Or then maybe Harden. Now my goals are tending To make everybody take up notice with it. Post up with it. Post-it notes with quotes up in ‘em Now I’m on a focal rhythm. Vocalizing hopefulness, and your position drown Aw man, they done tested my faith Aw man, they done messed with my fate My guess, my best on the way My destiny–it awaits Aw man, they done tested my faith Aw man, they done messed with my fate My guess, my best on the way My destiny–it awaits Aw man, they done tested my faith Aw man, they done messed with my fate My guess, my best on the way My destiny–it awaits Aw man, they done tested my faith Aw man, they done messed with my fate My guess, my best on the way My destiny–it awaits Section 108, Row R, Seat 18 Just graduated Richardson, I was 18 11:46 on a Friday eve July 1-4, year before 2018 AAC, Victory for the AV Easy to see how our destiny relates, g. Let me break it down while I’m searching for the stub ‘Cause I think I struck gold like your own home state, g Damn. Touched at five? Well so was I. Daddy issues, institutionalized. Auntie is a man. Remember word to Jas? Fucked some Mary-Anns, top and bottom stats Crushing on this Whitney. She a Gemini. Bi-polar brother, same name as you. Bonded over Cole. Forest Hills the glue. Intern with Sony. Marketed the “Boo” I was gonna wait ‘til I went on tour or something. I was gonna wait ‘til I won awards for something But I had to come clean ‘cause you on to something Always knew there was a reason, we united in grief, ‘cause Somehow, our two lives were parallel Get it? D-A-Double “L”, pair of L’s What I smoke as I coped through your fairy tales Who knew you were a star all alone yourself Walking by Harper park, they bumping Pac And I still see no changes. Just the way it is Now I’m on MLK bumping morality, I hope my man inside the mirror lives. Compared you to MJ when TPAB had hit. Apparently messages lost in translation. But don’t you be worried. I’ve studied your stories. I’ll make sure they’re passed to the next generation. So Go ahead, get out your box, mister You can let your hair down and then rock, mister Sir, I’m 23 peeping the plot, mister No one really got Hip-Hop on lock, mister So I’ll head for the MARTA, while “Crown” is still playing But I’m my own artist. Comparisons tainted See I ain’t no legend, no. I ain’t no savior No, I ain’t Harlow or Cordae Fuck nigga, it’s Jalan Gen Z the creation Don’t ride in the latest And my trunk is the basement And I struggle with addiction But nah, I ain’t even tripping This here my redemption. Gotta get a grip Gotta shot at my mission. “Why you still sitting? Get off yo ass, bruh!”