Santoro The Don III Lyrics

You can't pretend to Control a man's Destiny

I've already proved it three Times

Didn't I? Huh

Is you ready? Bitch, you Better be, I'm coming Heavy

Don't want combat Alliance, it's Deadly

Raining blood, no, this shit Ain't Confetti

Check the science, nigga, I'm defiant

Feeling like a giant, all I see Is Climate

Never late, it's always Perfect timing

Trying to cancel niggas like The Mayans

Can't compare to me, Niggas is air to Me

Feel like I'm too impatient for Therapy

Did some of the shit that you won't Do

I'm just spitting the shit That I go Through

Been the hottest, I already told you

Aura gold as fuck but I ain't Goku

Shit, I'm tired of talking, let me show You

Lotta niggas living life Through Pro Tools

No suicide never do the job

So I keep a shooter for that

I follow the same code as The mob

So I never move like a rat

Never slip keep my pivot Intact

Watch my life got my Cinema maxed

Watch them niggas, they Stay Stabbing backs

Move malicious and put Them in Packs

Quiet

Moonwalking, I'm sliding On beats

Brand New Forces, don't Step with a Crease

Solid nigga, won't talk to Police

They can't tame me, don't Come With a leash

Feel my destiny within my Reach

Might get convicted for Killing the Streets

Always shapeshifting ain't Talking Mystique

Lips sealed, you ain't Pulling no Teeth

Spin to kill, we don't live To retreat

Fuck up your grill if you Think you Got beef

Tryna work up a mill and Go chill on the beach

Tryna get busy, don't care For a leech

I do em nasty, catch a body, If Familia ask me

Always moody, so don't Even harass Me

Smoke dawg they can't Even Outclass me

No friend of mine

If life gave you lemons, Then my shit Is pickled or Lemon lime

Different, move on a Different time

I be drifting, in life you Can't press Rewind

I be tipsy, nigga on Henny Time

Never mixing, liquors that Kill my Vibe, never Switching

Fuck nigga, pick a side, no Resisting

Send a shot through his Eye, leave Him twitching

Ending that nigga live, he Ain't Twitching

Buried that boy alive, now He Distant

But he closer to God, why You Tripping

Can't always even odds, see You Playing

I ain't playing, you'll be Laying

Fish filleting , hope you Praying

We on training, no militia