Born Sinner

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

If I die today my nigga was it business? Was it personal?

Should this be my last breath I'm blessed cause it was purposeful

Never got to church to worship lord but please be merciful

You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive

Know you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses

Born sinner, was never born to be perfect

Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses

Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers

Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless

And violent, and hopeless

I saw but never noticed that a college point is right to be

'All you can be' posters

Rest in peace to Tiffany

I don't know if this is the realest shit I wrote

But know that the realest nigga wrote this

And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope

And knew one day you would find it

And knew one day that you would come back and rewind this, singing

I'm a born sinner

But I die better than that, swear

You were always where I needed you to be

Whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning

But I live better than that (better tonight)

If you ain't fucking with that

I don't care (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, this music shit is a gift

But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff

I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist

She screaming: "Don't let me slip"

She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips

True when I told you

"You the only reason why I don't flip and go insane"

My roof in the pouring rain

You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change

Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me

I smoke you gon' smoke with me

Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse

I go Bobby you go with me damn

Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears

You the only one who knows them