Born For This
I was born for this
I ain't no gangster or no pussy, I'm right in between don't get caught slipping if you push me
By any means these dreams gone get met
You being upset can't be the reason stopping a check
I'm tryna hop in a jet, go wherever I wanna go
Make money work for me fuck feeling vulnerable
I don't care about the mentions, even if they're honorable
My life can't be an open book but you can get the audible
I was living in the dark, but life went and hit the switch
In process of making the green grow photosynthesis
The penmanship ridiculous I think I got the recipe
I never yield in the field, I even got the heavy cleats
I was born for this
I was born for this
I was Bourne for this to my astonishment
All the time I was hanging onto trees like a Christmas ornament
Skipping class, selling sacks like it was cool
Fool Knowing damn well my school wasn't condoning it
If I would've been serious with the music
Instead of being cool kid
I probably be rich, but no excuses
Cause what the youth did
Was give me courage dog, Eustis
Truth is, I been had the blueprint
But it took trials and tribulations just to prove it
Could've invested but I was focused on the new kicks
Could've practiced my jump shot, but I wanna shoot bricks
Dealt with consequences and the repercussions
But life ain't come with no instructions
I was born for this
I was born for this
When you give your all, and all isn't good nor met
It's hard to trust the people you run the coarse wit
Just stay humble, but make sure they don't for-get
You was there for support when they wanted to forfeit
So I, smoke this tree to take me to orbit
Cause money ain't a thing when crying in corvette
I mean... life's working out, but I need Bo- flex
So I'm shooting in the gym, all work no rest
What's next for the boy, idk
But life is a journey so ain't no tell which direction I'll go
I'll float down the river like leaves in autumn
Tis the season, no reason to think he's falling
Simply have arisen from this prison
So long stuck in black and white but now I'm looking thro the lenses of a prism
Please forgive em, cause he know not what he did
And it's evident, devilish ways but I'm heaven sent
Skinning competition and I'm making furs.
Microphone on my forearm, that means I'm taking yours
Only god can judge me, imma wait my turn
Till then nigga court adjourned
I was born for this
I was born for this
I ain't no gangster or no pussy, I'm right in between don't get caught slipping if you push me
By any means these dreams gone get met
You being upset can't be the reason stopping a check
I'm tryna hop in a jet, go wherever I wanna go
Make money work for me fuck feeling vulnerable
I don't care about the mentions, even if they're honorable
My life can't be an open book but you can get the audible
I was living in the dark, but life went and hit the switch
In process of making the green grow photosynthesis
The penmanship ridiculous I think I got the recipe
I never yield in the field, I even got the heavy cleats
I was born for this
I was born for this
I was Bourne for this to my astonishment
All the time I was hanging onto trees like a Christmas ornament
Skipping class, selling sacks like it was cool
Fool Knowing damn well my school wasn't condoning it
If I would've been serious with the music
Instead of being cool kid
I probably be rich, but no excuses
Cause what the youth did
Was give me courage dog, Eustis
Truth is, I been had the blueprint
But it took trials and tribulations just to prove it
Could've invested but I was focused on the new kicks
Could've practiced my jump shot, but I wanna shoot bricks
Dealt with consequences and the repercussions
But life ain't come with no instructions
I was born for this
I was born for this
When you give your all, and all isn't good nor met
It's hard to trust the people you run the coarse wit
Just stay humble, but make sure they don't for-get
You was there for support when they wanted to forfeit
So I, smoke this tree to take me to orbit
Cause money ain't a thing when crying in corvette
I mean... life's working out, but I need Bo- flex
So I'm shooting in the gym, all work no rest
What's next for the boy, idk
But life is a journey so ain't no tell which direction I'll go
I'll float down the river like leaves in autumn
Tis the season, no reason to think he's falling
Simply have arisen from this prison
So long stuck in black and white but now I'm looking thro the lenses of a prism
Please forgive em, cause he know not what he did
And it's evident, devilish ways but I'm heaven sent
Skinning competition and I'm making furs.
Microphone on my forearm, that means I'm taking yours
Only god can judge me, imma wait my turn
Till then nigga court adjourned
I was born for this
I was born for this
Credits
Writer(s): Damarius Sed Trieaun Thompson, Rudolph Valentino Turner
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