Chris Miles - Born Winners lyrics
rate meNo 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.
