Bob - Born To Win Lyrics
(Verse)I really don't know how long I've been doin this shitI guess 2010's the first year that you gave a shitI was the underdogSo please excuse me a bitI need some spaceSo someone please make me room in this *****'Cus I'm in beast modeBeast mode, give me those flips I eat thoseAll day I don't sleep, noI don't even know what I got sheets forThem pillow cases and bed framesOh no, take that, don't need thoseSo hot, I don't get highI don't even know what I got weed forPeople, I'm in beast modeWorst thing I got these T's for?Why do I rep that east side?No matter what yall call me B.O.But see I knew this beforeEverybody fed my egoBack in the hood and these showsWe take the hood wherever we goAnd please knowI am at total yes loyalty where this cameDedicated and totally dependableYes, I committed myself to the gameDon't be letting em tell you them liesWe make the industry real when it's fakeSo they meditate,So yo head is risin it under the rushin at yo brain *****(Verse)My mind state, raise the crime rateBreak a whole brick down for old times sakePush an avalanche, the alpine shakeThe coupes, vanilla beamDeceased as pound cakeIn my condo *****es with tatties onWall full of mirrors, heaven for it at it longMy life the fast lane, getting my Andretti onBlow it all, you can't take it when you dead and goneYou can't hide it, I smell the fearI can't either, you smell a millionaireAll crack money, now rap moneyPoor platinum niggas, *****in rap dummiesI rap mummies, that's kilogramsMy brother's keeper like Nino's manThat's G money, ghetto D money1996, Master P money, gone(Verse)Keep his G's in a alloy safeStash the weed in an altoy caseThey say good things come to those who waitSo I'mma be at least about a hour lateI'm so fresh *****, I should be arrestedNew code detector, with my nuts on yo chest *****She said aye yey, I said yes *****Damn I'm only asking you a questionI met this MILF at the allstar getting actionA cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson'Cus the beauty is why God invented eyeballsAnd her body is why God invented my ballsI'm a rock star, so popularYou should get a shot of usNiggas don't take shots of thisThat is on way I beYea, the first album I vomitedThe second I coloniced itAin't nobody *****in with me, I plutoniced itBetter get some slippers onThat nigga's going out of hereThese ain't even real clothes, homie I'm pajama richThanks Tommy, homie gonna switch his style upThese *****es on me, homie only two arouse usTold her I ain't payin, tonight I'm only browsinShe pulled her blouse and said it's free, I said wow(Verse)I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20 years a blessingThe essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm freshinMy physical frame is celebrated 'cus I made itReported through life, some gally like fan createdI rhyme 365 days annual plus someLoad up the mic and bust one'Cus what I fuss fromMy skull causes pain in my brain veinMoney maintain, no rule against the great simple and plainWhen I was younger, just I used to do my thing hardDroppin followers, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cardsThis straight up out it, flash it, my crew cash itGot my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hashNow it's all about cash in abundanceNiggas I used to run with is rich or doin yearsIn 100 I switched my mottoStill the same, ***** tomorrowThat buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lottoOnce I stood on the blockWe moves cracks, we do stacksI cooked up but cut small pieces to get my loot backTime is illmatic, keep static like wolf at itPack a 4matic to track yo whole carriage
