Born a Sinner

Wake up go to work chase this bag chase this green
Black shirt black shoes with some black jeans
Wear a mask wear hat don't like to be seen
Keep some heavy metal wit a light and nicotine

Many people hate me you said I'm enemigo
I'm up in the studio I'm by myself wit no amigos
Switch they block switch they jerseys like they Figo
If you try to cross me bitch i let heat go

And them bullets too hot i made him scream
Paramedics on the block they got on the scene
They shot at his face and his heart and his spleen
Graduation picture they be showing screen

Damn, now his momma crying
He was angel studious like why you lying?
The streets soaked up in blood and it's never drying
Ask the whole city why everybody dying

Well everything gotta happen for a reason
Old heads they not in our position they be preaching
Bitches they be broke they lying they be leaching
Saying that they love you but they eyes they be deceiving

Nine to five side hustles tryna paid
Moving up get the fuck out the highway
Bigger money bigger moves and get outta state
A brand new beamer without the dealer plates

Just cuz i be rappin don't get my body twisted
I can get the pack from the country then i flip it
But if I'm dead broke stick em up and i'll strip em
If we set em up baby girl we can split it

Paranoid but i always always stay committed
A hot headed C4 a bomb bitch i be ticking
Got pressure on my shoulders i feel like i be sinking
I'm standing on a ledge i feel like i slipping

Fake friends false hopes they waste ya time
When they need some shit they always act kind
Grow some balls bitch grow a spine
Life's hard but don't just sit there and whine

Wake up every day i be mad I be stressed
Try to press me & I'm stabbing up ya chest
They call me dirty three you know I'll leave a mess
Traci told me pookie you are blessed

Evil side evil eyes I'll turn em Into stone
Drop him into acid I'll turn em into bones
Dirty deeds dirty three i did on my own
No tengo sentimientos no tengo corazón

I took a sacrifice for my life like how I'm living
I can't escape my past i swear that I be sprinting
I want to face my problems i know you ain't forgiving
I done a lot fucked up shit bruh I be sinning



Credits
Writer(s): Nofold 33
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