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Paroles : Born
[Intro]
I'm just saying, like what, you gon' be like that your whole life?
Yeah, pussy nigga, yeah (Don't play with him)
You don't work, you don't eat over here baby
Mildew or barbeque, ho up or blow up
Huh, fuck you gon' do man?
Yeah, nigga had to lose something, like what you gon' do? I mean
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up therе for trap niggas?
I eat every mеal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
[Verse 1]
You don't live two steps ahead of the game then you already lost
You gon' have to make some work before you make yourself a boss
This life what you make it
I make something shake, I don't get risk, I just take it
This life about chances
We don't get questioned 'cause nigga, we the answers
Every nigga around me is on go, so how is we gon' stop?
Clipped a couple extra niggas 'cause they ate before the plot
Good advice is just advice but this advice might save your life
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
[Verse 2]
It's hard to explain but it's easy to be real
If you ain't been inside my shoes, you wouldn't know nothing how I feel
Gas your shooter like a killer, that could get your shooter killed
Put 'em on ice, we could get your whole block chilled
And honestly, we preach positivity but tote Glocks
Shit, we could take it there but we know you gon' call the cops
Don't get out of body, get inside your bag and use your mind
If it's you, then it's you, just take this shit and don't ask why
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
I'm just saying, like what, you gon' be like that your whole life?
Yeah, pussy nigga, yeah (Don't play with him)
You don't work, you don't eat over here baby
Mildew or barbeque, ho up or blow up
Huh, fuck you gon' do man?
Yeah, nigga had to lose something, like what you gon' do? I mean
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up therе for trap niggas?
I eat every mеal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
[Verse 1]
You don't live two steps ahead of the game then you already lost
You gon' have to make some work before you make yourself a boss
This life what you make it
I make something shake, I don't get risk, I just take it
This life about chances
We don't get questioned 'cause nigga, we the answers
Every nigga around me is on go, so how is we gon' stop?
Clipped a couple extra niggas 'cause they ate before the plot
Good advice is just advice but this advice might save your life
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
[Verse 2]
It's hard to explain but it's easy to be real
If you ain't been inside my shoes, you wouldn't know nothing how I feel
Gas your shooter like a killer, that could get your shooter killed
Put 'em on ice, we could get your whole block chilled
And honestly, we preach positivity but tote Glocks
Shit, we could take it there but we know you gon' call the cops
Don't get out of body, get inside your bag and use your mind
If it's you, then it's you, just take this shit and don't ask why
[Chorus]
You won't make it on this side if you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna make sure my child is a born winner
