Tony Shhnow - Born lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Born lyrics]
I'm just saying, like what
You gon' be like that your whole life?
Yeah, pussy nigga, yeah
(Don't play with him) you don't work
You don't eat over here baby
Mildew or barbeque, ho up or blow up
Huh, fuck you gon' do man?
Yeah, nigga had to lose something
Like what you gon' do? I mean
You won't make it on this side
If you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head
Determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines
This gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets
I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the
Real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up
Therе for trap niggas?
I eat every mеal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner
Tryna make sure my child is a born winner
You don't live two steps ahead of
The game then you already lost
You gon' have to make some work
Before you make yourself a boss
This life what you make it
I make something shake, I don't get risk
I just take it this life about chances
We don't get questioned 'cause nigga
We the answers
Every nigga around me is on go
So how is we gon' stop?
Clipped a couple extra niggas 'cause
They ate before the plot
Good advice is just advice but this
Advice might save your life
It's hard to explain but it's
Easy to be real
If you ain't been inside my shoes
You wouldn't know nothing how I feel
Gas your shooter like a killer
That could get your shooter killed
Put 'em on ice
We could get your whole block chilled
And honestly
We preach positivity but tote Glocks
Shit, we could take it there but we
Know you gon' call the cops
Don't get out of body
Get inside your bag and use your mind
If it's you, then it's you
Just take this shit and don't ask why
You won't make it on this side
If you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head
Determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines
This gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets
I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the
Real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up
There for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner
Tryna make sure my child is a born winner
You gon' be like that your whole life?
Yeah, pussy nigga, yeah
(Don't play with him) you don't work
You don't eat over here baby
Mildew or barbeque, ho up or blow up
Huh, fuck you gon' do man?
Yeah, nigga had to lose something
Like what you gon' do? I mean
You won't make it on this side
If you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head
Determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines
This gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets
I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the
Real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up
Therе for trap niggas?
I eat every mеal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner
Tryna make sure my child is a born winner
You don't live two steps ahead of
The game then you already lost
You gon' have to make some work
Before you make yourself a boss
This life what you make it
I make something shake, I don't get risk
I just take it this life about chances
We don't get questioned 'cause nigga
We the answers
Every nigga around me is on go
So how is we gon' stop?
Clipped a couple extra niggas 'cause
They ate before the plot
Good advice is just advice but this
Advice might save your life
It's hard to explain but it's
Easy to be real
If you ain't been inside my shoes
You wouldn't know nothing how I feel
Gas your shooter like a killer
That could get your shooter killed
Put 'em on ice
We could get your whole block chilled
And honestly
We preach positivity but tote Glocks
Shit, we could take it there but we
Know you gon' call the cops
Don't get out of body
Get inside your bag and use your mind
If it's you, then it's you
Just take this shit and don't ask why
You won't make it on this side
If you don't lose that pride
I got racks in my head
Determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines
This gon' be a long story
My bitch heaven sent, I bless the streets
I'm so in my glory
I gotta thank God for the
Real niggas, strip clubs, and bad bitches
Do heaven got a spot up
There for trap niggas?
I eat every meal like it's my last dinner
Born sinner
Tryna make sure my child is a born winner