B.O.B - Born To Win lyrics
rate meI 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