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Born As a Rebel Video (MV)




Performed By: Jayboun
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Jacob Brown




Jayboun - Born As a Rebel Lyrics




Born as a f*ckin rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

Upgrading my cash flo
Finally found my niche
Taken the prize whole
Flyin in this ship

Phase through da maze
Straight to the stage
Yea we might wanna blaze
Before exposing da fakes

More than a hip hop thang
F*ckin with major fame
Sucker absorbing pain
Going hard for my name

Just gotta do me
Not tryna replace nipsey
He and pac
On the watch
For my heat to drop

Telling me do it better
Telling me get it smarter
While I'm high off shatter
Still moving up the latter

Moving in and out a silence
Maintaining in my lane
Dreaming and feeling restless
Winning to my name

Born as a f*cking rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

I'd rather die
Than live a barefaced lie
Making that sacrifice
Just to make it right

That shit I inherited
Too far from where I started
My grind I've projected
Nobody getting carted

Fanny pack on my bed
Cash bag on my chair
Snap back on my head
Fat racks on my chest
It's about time, get ready we getting high
Gunna get mine, 50 Bill to my eyes
This is how I ride
I'm Never satisfied
Although iv tried

Believe mother f*cka
I'm taken da bac
I'm not 2pac
I'm not biggie
I'm not nipsey
Im the prodigy

Gotta get more
Enough to save the poor
Through my core
Heroic symbols on my door
Collecting bars like cars
Connecting rhymes like scars
Break down go far
Take down go hard
Shake down o loard
Down town so raw
Paper Here notebook there
Workin like an octopus
Pen there ,cap here
Minds f*cking circus
No breaks
Two faces
My brain
High raises
Higher than Mars
What a ghetto spark
Higher than Mars
What a ghetto star
Afraid of the dark
I'm the f*cking spark
What the f*ck
Homeis

Homeis calling me 2pacs celebrity son

Foes tryna throw down
Better be ready to box
Nigga I'm jayboun
My fist are always hot
Finishing off with them punchlines
Somebodys got a busted eye
Attacking straight from my mind
When I rhyme I grind
Back hit from behind
I'm gone get all of mine
Use to try to help the quitters
Before they became traders
No Time for sucker's
Just saying see you later
Born as a f*cking rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

Recognize the hustle way
Keep on climbing
Understand a thugz place
Keep on fighting

My story had many chances
Many more to come
Early age money chasein
Never hoo sucking

Yaw steady counting bitchs
Call the doc for cells
Im Steady hunting riches
Gotta a family to build

Grinding straight out da trenches
I'm well aware hell
Down the train trail
Past the county jail
Benches
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Born as a f*ckin rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

Upgrading my cash flo
Finally found my niche
Taken the prize whole
Flyin in this ship

Phase through da maze
Straight to the stage
Yea we might wanna blaze
Before exposing da fakes

More than a hip hop thang
F*ckin with major fame
Sucker absorbing pain
Going hard for my name

Just gotta do me
Not tryna replace nipsey
He and pac
On the watch
For my heat to drop

Telling me do it better
Telling me get it smarter
While I'm high off shatter
Still moving up the latter

Moving in and out a silence
Maintaining in my lane
Dreaming and feeling restless
Winning to my name

Born as a f*cking rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

I'd rather die
Than live a barefaced lie
Making that sacrifice
Just to make it right

That shit I inherited
Too far from where I started
My grind I've projected
Nobody getting carted

Fanny pack on my bed
Cash bag on my chair
Snap back on my head
Fat racks on my chest
It's about time, get ready we getting high
Gunna get mine, 50 Bill to my eyes
This is how I ride
I'm Never satisfied
Although iv tried

Believe mother f*cka
I'm taken da bac
I'm not 2pac
I'm not biggie
I'm not nipsey
Im the prodigy

Gotta get more
Enough to save the poor
Through my core
Heroic symbols on my door
Collecting bars like cars
Connecting rhymes like scars
Break down go far
Take down go hard
Shake down o loard
Down town so raw
Paper Here notebook there
Workin like an octopus
Pen there ,cap here
Minds f*cking circus
No breaks
Two faces
My brain
High raises
Higher than Mars
What a ghetto spark
Higher than Mars
What a ghetto star
Afraid of the dark
I'm the f*cking spark
What the f*ck
Homeis

Homeis calling me 2pacs celebrity son

Foes tryna throw down
Better be ready to box
Nigga I'm jayboun
My fist are always hot
Finishing off with them punchlines
Somebodys got a busted eye
Attacking straight from my mind
When I rhyme I grind
Back hit from behind
I'm gone get all of mine
Use to try to help the quitters
Before they became traders
No Time for sucker's
Just saying see you later
Born as a f*cking rebel
Infatuated with guns
Never claimed to be gangster
Only portrayed as one

Recognize the hustle way
Keep on climbing
Understand a thugz place
Keep on fighting

My story had many chances
Many more to come
Early age money chasein
Never hoo sucking

Yaw steady counting bitchs
Call the doc for cells
Im Steady hunting riches
Gotta a family to build

Grinding straight out da trenches
I'm well aware hell
Down the train trail
Past the county jail
Benches
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Writer: Jacob Brown
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