Manifest Destiny

[Intro] General! We got these niggas! Fucking cockroaches! You wanna go to war!? A-haaaa!! [Verse 1] I got the gat and I do em in Turn your music video to the [?] film You wanna fight? I could box like I'm moving in Two shots, you get popped, I abuse your chin I never had a team with me Just myself, no help, they ain't believe in me That's why I keep the piece with me To smack the bitch-assness out of P. Diddy And the rest of these damn liars I'm surprised I ain't hear you rap by the the campfire Come on, Craig, you ain't gotta lie I'm the fucking truth, you Mother Goose with your rock-a-byes Bottom line, I'm the type of guy to idolize Columbine; the trench coat life I'm a sick low-life, with a chick that looks like Kimbo Slice When will this shit go right? [Interlude] When will this shit go right, man? Damn! This shit's fucked up, man It ain't pretty My whole fucking life man My pops kicking me out, fucking chicks breaking up with me... I don't think you understand man Lemme tell you [Verse 2] Everything I've tried, I've failed at Disappointment kept (what?) hatted on like a sail's attached It's fucked up when you're family don't believe in you And you ain't got no one to talk or even [?] On the outside, you keep your cool But deep down, it really starts to eat at you Shit is stifilin' You try to say "Fuck everybody else" you gon make it in spite of them You never had a girlfriend To hold you down with a pound when the world ends So fuck that, you don't need a chick or any friends Cause it's only gonna be you and God in the end You're refusing to lose Complacency is something that I choose to refuse And ima prove it to you What good is conquering Mount Everest when you were shooting for the moon? [Verse 3] They say money makes you look better like a barber do If you lame, it'll change your game like an audible It'll make chicks go from "Who you talkin to?" To bragging, asking if they can walk with you I even heard a bitch say Rick Ross was cute All cause of the cars & jewels (Gotdamn) I'm trying to be flier than a fucking airbase In the house with the Victorian-style staircase With the Latin maids that caretake Whose body type is pear-shaped But I ain't stopping at that, I got bigger better plans ahead of me Change my fate, create, and manifest destiny