Born 2 Roll lyrics

by

Bun B


[Verse]
Tales of a n*gga living in his momma basement
Listening to her b*tchin' every morning it's the same sh*t
Time for me to get out on this corner make the 'caine flip
Post up at a n*gga residence and we invasive
Knockin' at your door, b*tch, like I was maintenance, and you sprung leak
Heard that you get pounds of that grape sh*t every other week
So my inclination to take sh*t at it's f*cking peak
Stash and broke it down at the 7s go for a buck a piece
Puff a Sweets, for a minute, switched up to Optimo
Now I twist my sh*t in the woods, but I got that tropical
Some may say that I think illogical
Cause I still believe in God but down to dance with the devil to make a dolla' tho
I drop a O, straight in the water, never bother
Serve anything other than hard, my geeker starvin'
I see she f*ck with nothing but ballers so I charmed her
We hit the mall right after I robbed her baby-father
The home wrecker, chrome leather and wood kiss
Keep my name hot in the hood and my di*k in the hood b*tch
n*ggas violate we slice 'em and dice 'em like wood chips
Ho' we straight vanilla ice 'em and get on some shug sh*t
Came a n*gga from 40 stories, Watch 'em drop that Wile E. Coyote
New in yo' hood but G.I. to the Chi' them n*ggas know me
Gangsta Gibbs from the guts never gave a f*ck
Excuse me while I get my paper and my haters up
Yeah, my connect a 40, coppers get straight killed
Got the cash probably coppin' a whole field
We ain't shot the b*tch, we dropped him, that's on the real
I was born to roll
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