this is a fun wordplay song reminding you that no matter where you go, what you do, what details you try to alter, we will always end up here. whatever is meant to be will be.
lyrics
Verse 1
Ever since i could remember
back as a kid music was so influential
potential
so i picked up a pencil
the only utensil that i found essential
careful this lyrical miracle genius revengeful cus his past is so stressful
sippin vodka and red bull on stage going mental steaming hot like a kettle (kettle)
successful
no other options
imma make it to the top while your stuck at the bottom
no ducking no dodging pick you up and i'm launchin
my penis down your girlfriends through while your watchin
i don’t give a fuck homie it was meant to be
have your ass laying down in emergency
and certainly ur ass never heard of me
itzchompa mutha fucka and it was meant to be
Chorus
I don’t expect to be thrown on a throne
its all steppin stones and i got no fear
i could make a million next year
any road i go down i’ll end up here
x2
Verse 2
I’m underground like a subway
i feed a 12inch 2 ur bitch when she’s hungry yummy you bet your ass I’m funny buddy
think i do this for money?
bitches love me they bug me they wanna fuck me on Sunday
and some days i wanna runaway
like fuck babe lets go back to your place so we can fuck babe
yeah yeah yeah yeah
treat me like p diddy
lip syncing in your city like I'm Milli Vanili but really I'm aill every note
choke hold the flow and never let go i’m stone cold i’m vengeful
rebel without a cause lets wrestle
top ropes homie on a whole another level
i’m not Austin i’m awesome quicker than an aston martin like an auctioneer man when hes talkin
incase u forgotten im outta this world like a martian
fire in the sky like im a mother fuckin arson
Chorus
I don’t expect to be thrown on a throne
its all steppin stones and i got no fear
i could make a million next year
any road i go down i’ll end up here
x2
Verse 3
Full throttle put ur bottles up Toronto
lot of models in the condo like a hit a lotto
i’m like woah like i’m black rob
stand gaurd
bitches in my backyard
giving me hand job
at the cottage going nowhere like a hostage
hot college chicks got the buns i got the sausage
4 car garages turns chicks on like a faucet a couple notches
buenas noches I'm exhausted
entourage is
getting erotic massages
while the neighbour watches
stretched neck like an ostrage
homie yo i got this like body surfin mosh pits
lost kids at my concert brain washed by a monster
no one can save you not even a doctor or call a copper let him roll in on a chopper
itzchompa (itzchompa, itzchompa)
Chorus
I don’t expect to be thrown on a throne
its all steppin stones and i got no fear
i could make a million next year
any road i go down i’ll end up here
x2
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020
