born sinner

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 f*ck 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