Skeme - Born to Ball lyrics
[Skeme - Born to Ball lyrics]
I hear I changed I hear
I lost all my humility
But humility ain't worth shit when
You need 50 Gees
To bail your cousin out that cell
You know this life is hell
So I'm back to acting an ass
'cuz that's what I do well
Hope you don't got your hand out
Hope you grinding for self
Hope you don't think this world 'gone
Listen when you cry for help naw man
See this shit stiff as a shot of scotch
Like hide and seek it's coming for you
Ready or not
Back when I was sixteen all I'd do
Was hustle to get off my block
Fuck being a have not I promise
Man I need my knots
That 22 inside my socks 'cuz it's
Shoot first or you get shot
Poppa say protect your neck
'cuz these niggas want what you got
So you know I'm sleeping (one eye open)
And when I'm wide awake
(that same eye is over my shoulder)
'cuz I heard that most times the ones that
(kill you 'gone be the closest)
So if I ain't know you 'fore we got poppin'
(quit that bro shit)
(I know exactly what you thinking mama
He just another hood nigga
I'm screaming more money more problems
But still it's all good nigga)
We want it all we want it all
We want it all we, we, we, we, we
We want it all we want it all
Dying to live, but we born to ball
What's on your mind, what's on your mind?
You been on my mind and I want to chill
But I've been on my grind
Hate to see you crying but baby girl
That's how this life thing work
All emotions aside I outride
My business first
And if I had a dime for every time
I heard that patience is a virture
I'd buy more shit I don't need
My hunger for what the feed
Got some bad ones in my past
Hope they don't think I forget 'em
But I'm all about my bills
Grind stay Hillary Rodham what's my problem?
I'm acting like I got nothing
But really I got it all
Can't never take nothing personal
There's no feelings involved
'Cuz you know this ain't no job right?
Nigga this my life
That's why I think twice about all
The shit that I write
Now my pen ignite and my soul
Take flight to set me free
Flow throwed off 'cuz I miss Pimp
C to keep it G
And this right here it might be the
Illest shit that I ever wrote
'Cuz I put my problems in my
Carry-on then I let 'em go
Thought I let you know
Whatever your reality is, chase
That, your own truth
You feel me? I know I am
Pour some more of that shit up, bro
Think this one here over with, bro
I lost all my humility
But humility ain't worth shit when
You need 50 Gees
To bail your cousin out that cell
You know this life is hell
So I'm back to acting an ass
'cuz that's what I do well
Hope you don't got your hand out
Hope you grinding for self
Hope you don't think this world 'gone
Listen when you cry for help naw man
See this shit stiff as a shot of scotch
Like hide and seek it's coming for you
Ready or not
Back when I was sixteen all I'd do
Was hustle to get off my block
Fuck being a have not I promise
Man I need my knots
That 22 inside my socks 'cuz it's
Shoot first or you get shot
Poppa say protect your neck
'cuz these niggas want what you got
So you know I'm sleeping (one eye open)
And when I'm wide awake
(that same eye is over my shoulder)
'cuz I heard that most times the ones that
(kill you 'gone be the closest)
So if I ain't know you 'fore we got poppin'
(quit that bro shit)
(I know exactly what you thinking mama
He just another hood nigga
I'm screaming more money more problems
But still it's all good nigga)
We want it all we want it all
We want it all we, we, we, we, we
We want it all we want it all
Dying to live, but we born to ball
What's on your mind, what's on your mind?
You been on my mind and I want to chill
But I've been on my grind
Hate to see you crying but baby girl
That's how this life thing work
All emotions aside I outride
My business first
And if I had a dime for every time
I heard that patience is a virture
I'd buy more shit I don't need
My hunger for what the feed
Got some bad ones in my past
Hope they don't think I forget 'em
But I'm all about my bills
Grind stay Hillary Rodham what's my problem?
I'm acting like I got nothing
But really I got it all
Can't never take nothing personal
There's no feelings involved
'Cuz you know this ain't no job right?
Nigga this my life
That's why I think twice about all
The shit that I write
Now my pen ignite and my soul
Take flight to set me free
Flow throwed off 'cuz I miss Pimp
C to keep it G
And this right here it might be the
Illest shit that I ever wrote
'Cuz I put my problems in my
Carry-on then I let 'em go
Thought I let you know
Whatever your reality is, chase
That, your own truth
You feel me? I know I am
Pour some more of that shit up, bro
Think this one here over with, bro