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Light of Destiny - We Ain't ft. DEEP$IDE & Soul Collector (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits
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Alexander Lyons
Songwriter:in
Wayne Kevin Kimble II
Songwriter:in
Christian Jon Kibler
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Lyrics
We ain’t got nothing in common
For starters, I am not one to cause drama
We ain’t got nothing in common
Be honest, you pussies? You run from your problems
We ain’t got nothing in common
Yeah, you bitches ain’t come from the bottom
We ain’t got nothing in common
I think you get the point
Yeah, We ain’t got nothing common (Yeah!)
Haters be mad cause I'm counting up commas (Yeah!)
I say we got 'em like I was Obama (Ay!)
I'm gonna blow like my name is Osama
I'll give her babies, I don’t fuck with condoms (Don't fuck with them)
Internet beefing, I saw him, I shot him (What?)
All of that talking like "we got a problem?" (What?)
He tried to run but I left him no options (What?)
Shoutout to Kendrick, I'm gon' get to steppin
Driving so fast like I won’t get arrested
Police see me coming in dust where I left him
Shout out to Glory, man, tell him we repping (tell him we repping)
Westside Queens you know how it be
Running the game since I was thirteen (Yeah!)
You just be tripping, you nothing like me (Ay!)
Show me some action, cause talk is so cheap (DEEP$IDE!)
We ain’t got nothing in common
For starters, I am not one to cause drama
We ain’t got nothing in common
Be honest, you pussies? You run from your problems
We ain’t got nothing in common
Yeah, you bitches ain’t come from the bottom
We ain’t got nothing in common
I think you get the point
Ugh, We ain't got nothing in common
You dropping a comment? Get dropped like a comet
Projectile vomit
I'm sick, let's keep it honest
Me and the beat symbiotic, we merge with the clique
You murked with a click, a dislike got you in your feelings
In this life? You acting the villain
But I got a feeling on the inside
You killing yourself, full of hate
You've reached your ceiling, thought this shit sweet, penicillin
But this pen is sealing your fate as of late
You a lame, it's a shame that your flame is the same
As the rest of the game and I ain't playing fair
I simply stare at your flare shot from the bottom
Not where you started but now you just living down there
So why would I care? Watch your mouth, lil jit
We ain’t got nothing in common
For starters, I am not one to cause drama
We ain’t got nothing in common
Be honest, you pussies? You run from your problems
We ain’t got nothing in common
Yeah, you bitches ain’t come from the bottom
We ain’t got nothing in common
I think you get the point
Ugh, We ain’t got nothing in common (Nah)
Think you go harder than all us (Huh?)
These bitches as solid as water
I made a mistake when I pulled off my condom
Cause now you exist and this bitch is like Gollum (Ah)
If put in the wringer (Huh?)
Cause bitch, he’s a ringer (Huh?)
He's missing a ring as if Sauron has fallen
“Do not poke the bear” (The fuck?)
Bitch, you a koala, I’m just being honest (Uh huh)
Now screw off, all you bitches capping
A boot stomp, folk music cause this shit's slapping (What?)
The knee, where the banjo at (Where?)
I see through your cap like a camo hat (Ok?)
You seem to forget what the hell I am
I erase your mind like the Men in Black? (Uh huh)
I bring bars, you can’t handle that
Only thing drippy bout you is the candle wax (Woo)
At your funeral, I am no shooter though
But you lose the point of life like this was Yu-Gi-Oh
“Oh fake it til you make it”, shit, this ain’t a movie role (Nah)
But I'm at the studio nominated for the best (what?) flow
Dead again, bend the limits of my elements
Ahead of them, demented with the pen
I am developing a veteran's detrimental senses
The knowledge’s infinite, I never quit
Never surrendering, until I’m dead in bed
I cannot rest, spitting the venomous messages at the best
I let them test the professor, you finna get examed (Ooh)
This that lyrical miracle shit y’all say I do
Breaking through my ceiling, in other words I raised the roof
Hate it’s true, white shirt, white pants, Mister Clean (Mister Clean)
Cause I wipe the floor with bitches that are dissing me (Dissing me)
I ain’t finna give your name clout, that shit isn’t free (Isn't free)
Shit, I’d say pay the price but I don’t feature shit M.Cs (Nah)
We ain’t got nothing in common
For starters, I am not one to cause drama
We ain’t got nothing in common
Be honest, you pussies? You run from your problems
We ain’t got nothing in common
Yeah, you bitches ain’t come from the bottom
We ain’t got nothing in common
I think you get the point
We ain’t got nothing in common
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Written by: Alexander Lyons, Christian Jon Kibler, Wayne Kevin Kimble II
