Lyrics:
doing Michael Jackson before I could talk
I was chosen by the Lord like Noah with Ark's
I ain't sitting at the back I did it Ms. Parks
Clifford I'm a big
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
again
I had dreams pulling up in a Benz
We was born to be rich
They can tell by the way we walk in
All my niggas gon' jump out the gym
Who would've
okay to cry like one
Cuz it's a rich girls wild west
And a poor boy pays the check
By the whiskers on my chin I been country
And now I'm going back again
hunger hitting home word to my past life, Get it by any means hit you niggas with That Act right
Big six shit, Catch a hex with the quickness
Don't wanna
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
come back
With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack
To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that
I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap
Only
homeboy Jay
[Chorus]
Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck
Listen to God when He say some
I know He got me since day one
Born as a prophet to spread His word
This some musical talent you never heard
I was
that's what I was born fo' (uh-huh)
Hundred bands
Yeah, some more, some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big, big shit poppin' for
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,
Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid
She'll suck his dick, as soon as she meet
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
back
You can vaguely see the vision
I was told the top is lonely but the ground is lethal
Yeah, I'm the shit and I wanna be rich, uh
Big dreams you can
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
lean in my double cup
I need to feel like i'm born again
These niggas hating on the double up
I know they see that we on again
Big rat nigga fucked it up
Born On The Border
Chip on the shoulder
Money in order
Got a new Rover
Not the crossover
Got my degree
Call me a scholar
I’m not a baller
Just
I was born real nigga I aint never been a hater
When I was a jit all I wanted was the paper
Dream of going big cant wait to be major
I was born in
y'all ain't really kin
And I say this once again, my skin is my sin
Ain't no other way but by pimping a pen
We really in the wild, I thought we was in
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