Lyrics:
Twenty, twenty vision clear
Twenty, twenty vision clearer
Still a born sinner
I Love Lucy
Girl where's my dinner?
She can't push back
When I push deep
yearly blessings that I still enjoy
It said right there in the book of john
Christ was born to rule the world
He was born to a strange world
Conceived
and rose, cause New York niggas
Actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type
Dreams
Don't you got dreams
I'm talking Dreams
I know you got dreams
I was born on a Sunday
but I
Tired waiting on someday
To thrive
Woke up wiped
it)
I was responsible for killin' John Candy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody, truly yours
cleanin'
And sucking dick and that's it (I said it)
I was responsible for killin' John Kennedy
Got Jon Benet Ramsey in my '98 Camry
I don't give a fuck
And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped show me how to beat the devil.
It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row.
Ain't fit in with my surroundings
Momma say I'm doin' wrong things
Heart hurting head pounding
I was born up in the mountains
(Wait)
Did you ever
by chance? Dealer's circumstance?
Doubting every second
A good luck or promised winner's race
Let answers match each other, find the way
I
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy-child's comin'
He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun
He's gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy-child's comin'
He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun
He's gonna make pretty women's
Jump
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
I was born in the sun
I was born in the sun
Scalded and scolded
I was born in the sun
Scalded and scolded
Welded and molded
I was born in
ensures when I was little
Living for it fuck taking pictures
Every verse I spit get me richer, nigga
Whole team been winners
Everybody I know born
Know the real gone ride, and the fake take flight
One thing about me, never need you on my side
Now I'm in the winner's circle, but ain't blinded by
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty women's jump and shout,
And then
take the world by storm
Sky blessed, the land of the brave
Understand where I stand, my hand is made
From B R double-O K-lyn in the planet
Family
condemned
Seek not, but to please me
But him whom sent me
John was a lamp
A genie
That burned and gave
Light light light
Never heard his voice
Nor seen his
digressed
On the 19th of December, 1999, I was born with special powers, chosen amongst many to live through pain and move with pain, blessed with
you bow or either you die
I'll leave you that option lil' bitch
Bite my thumb and just murder your shit
I was born with a dark soul
No "Train to Busan",
Born to be a winner and captain, that got them like,
Hello, here's shot of that excellence
Shit that I been spitting way back when, that got them like,
Yea poke me up
All he wanted was a trophy hold me up
He like the way that i spit it
Hair by yg yea she did it
Diamonds on they chest they ont get it
Born into a family of sinners
Ron always dreamed of being a winner
But all he ever got for dinner
Was ramen noodles or cereal everyday making him
feeling naked as the day i was born
Courts finally ajourn
Thank God every morn
Underground now, before I was soarin soarn
For my baby son's time with me i
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