born sinner Lyrics

I came up small town

With Mama there soon as you fall down

And papa taking care of the compound

I tell you I'm all ground

My ten toes touching the concrete

My head been clouded with dope sound

I thought you should know now

I found me drawing a boundary

For fakes round me like 4Town

But I don't know how

It seem like the clowns is winning

The real dying but the show must go round

The ladIES love me

The hat'as hate me

I don't pay NO MIND if it don't PAY ME

If it don't apply then I let it fly

I never been that guy to let things phaze me

I been too lazy

I been too crazy

I been too high strung

I been too hazy

I been outcasted, on blast, and bum a** n*** but what another nigga say don't make me

(Tell a hater I said)

Oo…I love it

I love how you made me the backdrop to basic

Love how you see my face and can't place it

Love how you see your past and can't face it

Never let a nigga give me fuel for fire

I whip a nigga back in to shape with no wire

And wring a body out off grip with no dryer

And come back quick like quip to call mire

In other words, I don't submit to bullshit

A lotta dogs straight up bull wit no pit

-And a lotta y'all still gon lay down and let that shit be, till you fuck round and get bit

Please never forget you come from

The home of the droll the hum drum

The student loan turn into lump sum

I pay my dues and make moves, having something to prove cuz don't nobody wanna be just someone

They say we can't survive

They say we shouldn't try

They say we live to die

Your story of my life ain't in no script of mine

Keep ya head up

Been tryna get the bread up

Been tryna set a trend,

opps plottin on a set up

Been shootin for the stars

While they shootin a Beretta

In to the elementary really gettin me fed up but instead of change the world, we tryin to make a meta

-Verse, I say the matrix really gettin prophetically worse

-I'm prolly part of the curse

I'd get a betta. purse, if I go rat on my niggas to write a betta verse

And be a hot boy

But my synonym similar to the Roc boys

A born leader, the lost son of Barack boy

A born sinner, but still cream of the crop boy

A born winner, enjoy ya time at the top boy

Cuz When I take that shit, it's done for

I lap niggas, what I need to run for

My shootas round, what I need the gun for

The top man

You ain't know, you done know

They say we can't survive

They say we shouldn't try

They say we live to die

Your story of my life ain't in no script of mine

Baby don't you know you shouldn't worry bout what they do

Sticks and stones. Don't break no bones. Let it be fuel for you