Chris Miles

Chris Miles - Born Winners lyrics

rate me

No such thing as a born winner

You gotta try to survive through the cold winter

I don’t think they hear what I’m saying

Where’s rose at the stone, please know

That I’m tryina set the sheets

Better tell me where you headed,

Cause you better then with me

Man I’m going on when I spit it

We be rappin that t3, to the day I eat, that nyc

I’ma blunt that, tell your click to fall back

Cause y’all all whack, and y’all all trash

I’m going hard, no going back, like hey

Get your grind up lil hater gally mey

To do this stuff that we doing, every month, every day

That shit get to realizin that we are here to stay

Tell them lames they ain’t runnin at my pace like

I don’t think they really got the message

I’ma do what I do best and kill this flow up in a second, hey

[Hook]

Through the hate and the struggle, the ration, the rubbling

Keep blinds on my thang

Cause I know that this times will get hard

And just try to put through out the rain

That’s why there’s no born winners

That’s why there’s no born winners

That’s why there’s no born winners

Man this work I do y’all think

No such thing as a born winner, anybody in my way gets crushed

I’am road kill em, more realer than half of these rappers is garbage trash on the mike

And I put that on my life,

You should know this, man I’m going in like hey

I ain’t playing games, my mind sharp like razorblades

Play cards like ace of spades, we makin hits like in the bay

I’m penetrate to the haters, till we reach the top

Then I go ... univers, ain’t goin down ain’t an option

Flippin bars with the hotness, and I’m doing me ok

Compared to y’all I’m a giant, I’m physically as you see

Be on I stay up on that mountains, my eyes stay awake

Y’all can’t beat me when I o’palm ya, I’ma call you john Mccaine

Hey, they say I’m mac miller, cause I look like him apparently

Only cause my skin’s white, well y’all need some therapy

Be better be, destroyed, my crew we deploy

Forget what you be talkin bad

Cause you know that I’m mean ...so hey

[Hook] x 2

Through the hate and the struggle, the ration, the rubbling

Keep blinds on my thang

Cause I know that this times will get hard

And just try to put through out the rain

That’s why there’s no born winners

That’s why there’s no born winners

That’s why there’s no born winners

Man this work I do y’all think.

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found