B.O.B - Born To Win lyrics

rate me

I really don’t know how long I’ve been doing this shit

I guess 2010’s the first year that you gave a shit

I was the underdog, so please excuse me a bit

I need some space, so someone please make me room in this bitch

Cause I’m in beast mode, beast mode,

Give me those flips I eat those

All day I don’t sleep, no

I don’t even know what I got sheets for

Them pillow cases and bed frames

Oh no, take that, don’t need those!

So hot, I don’t get high

I don’t even know what I got weed for

People, I’m in beast mode

Worst thing I got these T’s for?

Why do I rep that east side?

No matter what y’all call me B.O.

But see I knew this before

Everybody fed my ego back in the hood and these shows

We take the hood wherever we go

And please know I am at total yes loyalty where this came

Dedicated and totally dependable

Yes, I committed myself to the game

Don’t be letting’ em tell you them lies

We make the industry real when it’s fake

So they meditate, so yo head is rising it under the rushing at yo brain, bitch!

My mind state, raise the crime rate,

Break a whole brick down for old times sake

Push an avalanche, the alpine shake

The coupes, vanilla beam, deceased as pound cake

In my condo bitches with tatties on

Wall full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long

My life the fast lane, getting my … on

Blow it all, you can’t take it when you dead and gone!

You can’t hide it,

I smell the fear!

I can’t either,

You smell a millionaire

All crack money, now rap money

Poor platinum niggas,

Fucking rap dummies

I rap mummies, that’s kilograms

My brother’s keeper like Nino’s man

That’s G money, ghetto D money

1996, Master P money,

Gone!

Keep his G’s in a alloy safe

Stash the weed in an … case

They say good things come to those who wait

So I’mma be at least about a hour late

I’m so fresh bitch,

I should be arrested!

New code detector, with my nuts on your chest, bitch

She said aye yeah, I said yes bitch

Damn I’m only asking you a question

I met this MILF at the all-star getting action

A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson

Code to beauty is why God invented eyeballs

And her bootie is why God invented my balls

I’m a rock star, so popular

You should get a shot of us

Niggas don’t take shots of this

That is on way I be

Yeah, the first album I vomited

The second I colonized it!

Ain’t nobody fuckin with me, I … it

Better get some slippers on

That nigga’s going out of here

These ain’t even real clothes, homie I’m pajama rich

Thanks Tommy, homie gonna switch his style up

These bitches on me, homie only two arouse us

Told her I ain’t paying, tonight I’m only browsing

She pulled her blouse and said it’s free,

I said, “wow”!

I woke up early on my born day,

I’m 20 years a blessing

The essence of adolescence leaves my body,

Now I’m freshing.

My physical frame is celebrated ‘cus I made it

Recorded through life,

some … like fan created I rhyme

365 days annual plus some

Load up the mic and bust one

Cause what I fuss from

My skull causes pain in my brain vein

Money maintain, no rule against the great simple and plain

When I was younger, just I used to do my thing hard

Dropping followers, take they wallets, they jewels

And rip their green cards, this straight up out it,

Flash it, my crew cash it

Got my first piece of ass smoking blunts with hash

Now it’s all about cash in abundance

Niggas, I used to run with is rich or doing years

In 100 I switched my motto

Still the same, fuck tomorrow

That buck that bought a bottle

Coulda struck the lotto

Once I stood on the block

We moves cracks, we do stacks

I cooked up but cut small pieces to get my loot back

Time is …, keep static like wolf at it

Pack a… to crack your whole carriage

Thanks to iulia for correcting these lyrics