Born To Be a Legend(Intro)

Behind so many bars, you think I did a bid
Eve of my rebirth, I wrote this all with my rib
Every song inked, a tattoo on my skin
Listeners hear my pain more than my own fuckin kin
Music my destiny but it hasn't been blessin me
Tryna cook something special, think I got the recipe
Feelin like Jesus at the crucifix
Cuz I want my peeps to win so I feel this pain within
Blood as my ink, fueled by all these thoughts I think
Feeling so inadequate makes my skills immaculate
Almost quit this rappin shit
But I did the math, not talkin bout an abacus
These thoughts divided me, that's when it all added up
I was born to be a legend, ain't no way I'll hang it up
As long as Fazo got my back, ain't no way y'all hang wit us
As long as my queen hold me down, I won't ever lose my crown

Y'all sleep on me more than a mattress
Treat it like game time, I'm tired of the practice
Always on the run, no Lenny Kravitz
Pen turnin foes to ashes
Leave em punk'd, no Ashton
Molded from a different clay so I hit like Cassius
Brash with my words but the thought's never absurd
Y'all tried to have my whole enthusiasm curbed
Since day 1, all my blessings been yo curse
That's why y'all pushed me to the hearse
But I'm done with all this hurt
Drown me in the river like I was up in church
Athiest but the pen is godly
Music my passport, from MD to Abu Dhabi
Workin for a legacy, I'm on a different pedigree
Y'all just worried bout the buns, not talkin Seasme
I'm focused on living a life so heavenly
Y'all satisfied now but I'm workin on a better me
Not talkin celebrity, I'm talkin my whole entity
Making sure my peace ain't threatened by my enemies
Envy, greed and jealousy, that'll bring the end of me
So I'm in the stu clocked in, no ADP

I'm back on my bully
These rappers is pussy
This shit gettin ugly
My boots gettin muddy
You lookin unlucky
Y'all definitely can't touch me
Harassing the game, I'm on my Sandusky
Said bye to some memories, I feel like I'm Bucky
Carnage on tracks cuz I'm getting hungry
Born to be A Legend, that shit ain't a fuckin question
Foot up on y'all neck, I don't know why I was stressing
This shit ain't a workout, but ya girl still doing stretches
My shit's an enigma, you should always have questions



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Siewe
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