B.o.B.
B.o.B. - Born To Win songtekst
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[Verse:] I really don't know how long I've been doin 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 'Cus 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 yall 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 risin it under the rushin at yo brain bitch [Verse:] 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 Andretti 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, fuckin 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 [Verse:] Keep his G's in a alloy safe Stash the weed in an altoy 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 yo chest bitch She said aye yey, I said yes bitch Damn I'm only asking you a question I met this milf at the allstar getting action A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson 'Cus the beauty is why God invented eyeballs And her body 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 Yea, the first album I vomited The second I coloniced it Ain't nobody fuckin with me, I plutoniced 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 payin, tonight I'm only browsin She pulled her blouse and said it's free, I said wow [Verse:] I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20 years a blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm freshin My physical frame is celebrated 'cus I made it Reported through life, some gally like fan created I rhyme 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one 'Cus 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 Droppin followers, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they 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 doin 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 illmatic, keep static like wolf at it Pack a 4matic to track yo whole carriage