born sinner Video (MV)

I came up small town
With Mama there soon as you fall down
And papa taking care of the compound
I tell you I'm all ground
My ten toes touching the concrete
My head been clouded with dope sound
I thought you should know now
I found me drawing a boundary
For fakes round me like 4Town
But I don't know how
It seem like the clowns is winning
The real dying but the show must go round
The ladIES love me
The hat'as hate me
I don't pay NO MIND if it don't PAY ME
If it don't apply then I let it fly
I never been that guy to let things phaze me
I been too lazy
I been too crazy
I been too high strung
I been too hazy
I been outcasted, on blast, and bum a** n*** but what another nigga say don't make me
(Tell a hater I said)
Oo...I love it
I love how you made me the backdrop to basic
Love how you see my face and can't place it
Love how you see your past and can't face it
Never let a nigga give me fuel for fire
I whip a nigga back in to shape with no wire
And wring a body out off grip with no dryer
And come back quick like quip to call mire
In other words, I don't submit to bullshit
A lotta dogs straight up bull wit no pit
-And a lotta y'all still gon lay down and let that shit be, till you f*ck round and get bit
Please never forget you come from
The home of the droll the hum drum
The student loan turn into lump sum
I pay my dues and make moves, having something to prove cuz don't nobody wanna be just someone
They say we can't survive
They say we shouldn't try
They say we live to die
Your story of my life ain't in no script of mine
Keep ya head up
Been tryna get the bread up
Been tryna set a trend,
Opps plottin on a set up
Been shootin for the stars
While they shootin a Beretta
In to the elementary really gettin me fed up but instead of change the world, we tryin to make a meta
-Verse, I say the matrix really gettin prophetically worse
-I'm prolly part of the curse
I'd get a betta. purse, if I go rat on my niggas to write a betta verse
And be a hot boy
But my synonym similar to the Roc boys
A born leader, the lost son of Barack boy
A born sinner, but still cream of the crop boy
A born winner, enjoy ya time at the top boy
Cuz When I take that shit, it's done for
I lap niggas, what I need to run for
My shootas round, what I need the gun for
The top man
You ain't know, you done know
They say we can't survive
They say we shouldn't try
They say we live to die
Your story of my life ain't in no script of mine
Baby don't you know you shouldn't worry bout what they do
Sticks and stones. Don't break no bones. Let it be fuel for you