[Verse 1] Woke up sweatin’ from a scene I ain’t seen yet Whole block plotted out like a preset Mama in the kitchen, grease pop on the stove I could swear I seen it burnin’ in a dream weeks ago Same red Honda at the corner by the light Heard metal twist in my head late last night Shook it off, grabbed keys, said I’m chasin’ this cash But my mind played trailer clips of my crash [Chorus] My life feel like Final Destination See it in my head, then it’s waitin’ Tryna cheat fate, switch lanes, still adjacent Death on my heels, he patient, he patient Every day feel like Final Destination Whole crew ducked off from a situation One by one fall back, different locations I’m still here, same fear, heart racin’ [Verse 2] Cousin hit my phone, said “ride, we can score” Saw us both on the news layin’ cold on the floor In my mind it was grainy like an old bootleg Closed my eyes, saw a bullet brush past my leg Told him, “nah, I’m chillin’, gotta lay low” Next week candlelight, his face in the halo Folks said random, wrong place, wrong hour But I seen that shot bloom long ‘fore the flower Funeral line long, all black in the sun Pastor say “mystery,” I’m thinkin’ “I tried to run” From a script that been written on my skin like ink Every time I blink, see the next scene shrink [Chorus] My life feel like Final Destination See it in my head, then it’s waitin’ Tryna cheat fate, switch lanes, still adjacent Death on my heels, he patient, he patient Every day feel like Final Destination Whole crew ducked off from a situation One by one fall back, different locations I’m still here, same fear, heart racin’ [Bridge] Seen glass on the road Seen smoke in the sky Seen names on a shirt ‘Fore a mama could cry If it’s all laid out Why I still gotta choose? If I’m next in line Why I still refuse? [Chorus] My life feel like Final Destination See it in my head, then it’s waitin’ Tryna cheat fate, switch lanes, still adjacent Death on my heels, he patient, he patient Every day feel like Final Destination Whole crew ducked off from a situation One by one fall back, different locations I’m still here, same fear, heart racin’

rap, Dark southern trap beat with swinging hi-hats, ominous bells, and deep 808s. Male vocals, half-raspy, half-snarl. Verses ride in a storytelling pocket, tight and visual; hook erupts with chanted doubles and ad-libs. Subtle choir pads and filtered sweeps lift each chorus, bridge strips to bass and vocal before final drop slams back in., hip hop

Final Destination Ain’t Fiction