Final Destination

[Fat Tony]
Gotta make a solid follow up CD
But he be fuckin up everything and he does it repeatedly
First, he missed his cab, then missed the chance to rap
Then missed the cash and his mistress grabbed his stash
And shit like that happens everywhere that he at
Wherever he at, it be best if he stay where he at
But he'll be coming back around
Made dinner at his girl house, somehow it burned down
At this rate he'll only be underground
Took his homie dog for a walk, now she in the pound
If he had fish, them motherfuckers would drown
Ol' smart ass, dumb nigga's the neighborhood clown

But don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out
It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth
Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova
Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah
So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out
It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth
Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova
Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending

He's a smart ass black boy, dumb ass black boy
Got a head harder than the front of a backboard
Some say a man can solely determine his own fate
But even if he makes mistakes he's still great
Yeah, he missed his flight, it was a red eye
But I'm glad he didn't catch it, heard 90 people died
And he missed his cab, but it wasn't so bad
I heard the driver crashed and his soul has passed
And he missed his show, but I'm glad he didn't go
I heard there were no hoes and the mics were low
And remember he got robbed by his side bitch?
Well, they found her body in a ditch, ain't that some shit?
And remember the girlfriend house he burned down?
Well I heard she been creepin' around, they ain't together now
How bout that dog that was in the pound…?
Got rabies and they put that bitch down

So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out
It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth
Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova
Or the fat girl would turn into Oprah
So don't count the boy out, yeah, don't count the boy out
It ain't over til it's over, this ain't just words out my mouth
Whoever thought the little boy from Marcy would be Hova
Know the odds are against him, but just wait til the ending