Lyrics:
Shoutout to my boys born in February
The homie Big Joose and my boy Rood Pherny
Stay winning since I was young I had a plan
Blood or no relation still eat
arteries and veins with strains
when I lose in this game
[Chorus]
[Lo-Ke:]
12/11/73, a young little huster was born
torn from my momma's womb in the midst
for me, come on down
It's the brand new show in town, big boy like Kevin Owens now
Baggy boy just caught a body, and we too hot, sprinkle the sriracha
30 Days and 30 nights
I read my wrongs and proved my rights
Gas turnt me to poltergeist
Know niggas tryna pull a heist
0 cost to lose yo life
Commit
another girl lick it off, I'm a dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bag, then
my humble way. To all my relations. - Amos Owen
Christmastime, think about those who have died.
Crucifiedin the city of Makahto, Mankato.
Back in
on the track like my name Jesse Owens
I bust like the Mac that I know you ain't totin'
Devil been tryna make me lose my focus
But I work some magic bitch hocus
turn cold for dis yeah yeah
I was born for dis my blood it boil for dis yeah
Big dreams made them manifest by my own hands
Made a mess on my first move
not have,
nae.
I met my girl in the old town square, a pretty young thing named Jenny.
He met his girl in the old town square, and on her he spends his
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket
at heart
Only time will tell
Wanna feel alive I've been living in hell
Smile on my face and pretend I'm doing well
Say the good die young but I can't tell
ever hear that bling
You know cannot bait
I get it by any means
Think I was born that way
Mind of a hustler
It's all up in my DNA
Young motivator
that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower death than
See I was, born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms
38 longs inside
The thing that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower
Call me a astronaut cause I throw fits way out the norm
I been having Shit drippin off my kicks since I was born
I know my ceilings high it ain't
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em
be - here's mine
Geah
See I was, born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit - I
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
the cold wind
Born with no sin and tortured and broken
Life begins when you stare
In the serpent's eyes
You’re beast of burden’s right there
When
the mothaf***in'' cash man
Then what is ya mothaf***in'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first b****
Young
I'm in
Lil bro a stepper he stepping to win
I was born by my self b**** don't call me no twin
We just count up money on the weekend
Close that backdoor
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