Lyrics:
your girl why she sleeping around
Something about me she can't figure out
I'm
Still running to the top of this bitch
Context clues you're an opportunist
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
out
All of the time in this life
Can't loose the ties that bind
They shackle our feet, we trip, we fall
We crawl
I was born in the mess of it all
And all these years just keep on passin' us by
And all this misery makes it hard to deny
We all know that we're just born to die
'Cause we all know that
You better know that I was born ready
You better know that I was born ready
I'm the man named by the city
Every line so legendary
Put you in check like
about in death metal is death
Death, death, death, death, death, death
I will in no way cause anyone’s death
Life is better than death
This is still
to burn, born to rise
We are bound to try, to make this world alive.
(Modern-day rovers, flying the flag of rebels,
lead by power of knowledge, to shake
Adam fell, now it's all bad, Michael Jackson
Born sinner, born sinner
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
Was
to prevent change
Face it before you are pulled in
Face it while it's still within
Like iron shaped by fire
We aren't born this way
Shaped by fire
We
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
yesterday
I feel like I was born yesterday, yeah
I keep havin' a dream, can't seem to wake up from
I remember this shit like it was yesterday
Everything
Born on the corner by the city limit sign
I chipped my tooth down on Hollywood and Vine
Greasy long hair, but I like the way it shines
A little bitty
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston
Where OG's be gettin it
And them yungins be raising big guns...
Boy this lifestyle
We live inside the garrison
Man
He's born to live, he's born to love
But we'll teach him not to hate
True love it is a rock
Smoothed over by a stream
No ticking of a clock
Truly
who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
He's born to live, he's born to love
But we'll teach him not to hate
True love it is a rock
Smoothed over by a stream
No ticking of a clock
Truly
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
the back
Hit the dance floor
Because this cowboy tryna take ya home
By a house and some land and a couple of goats
Appaloosas, Clydesdale and a couple
Couldn't tell it any other way
Now we're at on our own
Born from a fragile stone, like we're runaways
I couldn't say it any other way
Is there's
the enemy
Is my body
As deadly as you say
Are you frightened
By all my sultry ways
I'm not sorry
It's like you always said
Just a body
Born in disarray
I was born for such a time as this
At first, I didn't understand didn't make sense
But as I kept moving on You revealed my story
You knew me before
mobbin' while we lynchin'
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on,
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