NO SUCH THING AS ACCIDENTS

[Verse One]
It's been no accidents, God and I were talking, now it's this dream around me
No such thing as magic tricks and I'm a problem, wonder they think about me
I have no interest in shaking hands with white boys in business suits
You get the scoop kicked through you, I'm superman trying on new tennis shoes
They'll stick to you like glue, switch up, reciprocate like Fs on Fendi do
They bend the truth and kill you too but I'm an extra super sleuth
I'll be just as raw when I blow up but it's pathetic to claim I'm appendix
I deadlift the bar everytime I drop a message, one-hundred percent independent
Like whose gon' talk about how these labels operate like rapists
They love to shake us down and slay us, and flay us like a sadist
Three sixty deals sound like triple sixes playing in my playlist
And they never let us heal, these contracts ain't simple it's the matrix
Artists can't die in peace knowing their fam gets the short end
A&Rs don't do their job and blogs don't blog when it's important
White media publications make my people look like neanderthals
Like, Why do you only write about us when it's no common sense involved?

[Hook]
This didn't happen on accident, are you stupid? (Yeah)
And I can say that again, are you clueless? (Yeah)
This didn't happen on accident, are you stupid? (Yessir)
And I can say that again, are you clueless?

[Bridge]
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen

[Verse Two]
I don't let the skewed up screwed up system stop my hustle though
Everyone is all bark no walk so I tend to keep this muzzle close
All that flexing but no work, we couldn't tell if the muscle grow
I'm far worse than a human, if a bullet hit me you could watch my puddle glow
Andale, vamonos, who is setting the standards for these rappers though
Looking like y'all sharing clothes, your girl lookin' like she wanna go
I'm chilling with five guys I'd wiggle through a million nooses for
If you're not trying to support, start beginnin' to choose the door
These rappers are dope heads because they always do it for the gram
They're chasing highs and low ends for desperate grabs at the glam
Most of 'em tend to forget the favors that you did them
They'll ask for handouts, bite your fist then pretend to be a victim, I'm sickened
The people in my world still continue to lose ambition
All I got is my word, and you already know the tooth is wisdom (truth)
Someone will clandestinely eye my work then basket it
Then blow up in their backseat like how do you find landmines on accident?

[Hook]
This didn't happen on accident, are you stupid? (Yeah)
And I can say that again, are you clueless? (Yeah)
This didn't happen on accident, are you stupid? (Yessir)
And I can say that again, are you clueless?

[Bridge]
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen
No accidents at all, this was supposed to happen

[Outro]
I love you all
No accidents
You think hard work happens by accident? Retard
Yeah, alright, I think I'm done talking everything
Alright, I'm out