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Born To Be Great
by Peake
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Busy, I'm making the racks
A lot of you settle for caddy's
Getting yourself in the trap
Thinking that's all that would matter
Universe gave you a snack
Changing your view with a snap
You've had enough of the pattern
You had to focus on music
You got a hold of the rhythm
You went and started a label
Nobody calling you jigga
Phonies, you had to get rid of
No you can't rock with a homie
Who's always so bitter
Pushing that shit aside
I don't need a quitter
Walking like Kermit
You sure it's tea that I'm sipping?
Dropping the opps with my cursive
You know I been with it
Pop in the building
It's funny
I got 'em to shimmy
They will give me
Whatever I want
So let's start with a milly
I'm fully committed
To fuck up a critic
I'm grabbing the snitch
Playing no quidditch
On the offensive
Inside of this bitch
Know where I'm headed
Making the bounce
Watch 'em get so offended
And appalled
When I open my mouth, yeah
Evelyn Burke once wrote
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
Is for good men to do nothing
This job isn't just what I do
It's who I am
Is it worth it?
Yeah
You're damn right it is
Looking to weave my design
Everywhere that I'm required
Everything burning inside
Look at me blowing the fire
Bringing the city my vibes
Never consider me tired
This ain't the work of a god
This is the look of desire
I'm out here busting my ass
Never could ride with the sheeple
I find the snakes in the grass
And make 'em go hide in a steeple
On to the stage Imma crash
Loving my style, man it's lethal
They'll be all chanting my name when I'm playing for thousands of people
Cause the speakers are just a glimpse of what's inside; and I'm thinking
If music was never around
Then I'd prolly go missing
When I had nobody else
I'd put it on and I'd listen
Hard to ask someone for help when you tired of living
I was so selfish, forgive me
I had a lot on my plate
I needed life to come hit me
Tyson that, all on my face
It turned me around
I did it quick
No time I can waste
I will not go in to the ground
When I was born to be great, yeah
Busy, I'm making the racks
A lot of you settle for caddy's
Getting yourself in the trap
Thinking that's all that would matter
Universe gave you a snack
Changing your view with a snap
You've had enough of the pattern
You had to focus on music
You got a hold of the rhythm
You went and started a label
Nobody calling you jigga
Phonies, you had to get rid of
No you can't rock with a homie
Who's always so bitter
Pushing that shit aside
I don't need a quitter
Walking like Kermit
You sure it's tea that I'm sipping?
Dropping the opps with my cursive
You know I been with it
Pop in the building
It's funny
I got 'em to shimmy
They will give me
Whatever I want
So let's start with a milly
I'm fully committed
To fuck up a critic
I'm grabbing the snitch
Playing no quidditch
On the offensive
Inside of this bitch
Know where I'm headed
Making the bounce
Watch 'em get so offended
And appalled
When I open my mouth, yeah
Evelyn Burke once wrote
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
Is for good men to do nothing
This job isn't just what I do
It's who I am
Is it worth it?
Yeah
You're damn right it is
Looking to weave my design
Everywhere that I'm required
Everything burning inside
Look at me blowing the fire
Bringing the city my vibes
Never consider me tired
This ain't the work of a god
This is the look of desire
I'm out here busting my ass
Never could ride with the sheeple
I find the snakes in the grass
And make 'em go hide in a steeple
On to the stage Imma crash
Loving my style, man it's lethal
They'll be all chanting my name when I'm playing for thousands of people
Cause the speakers are just a glimpse of what's inside; and I'm thinking
If music was never around
Then I'd prolly go missing
When I had nobody else
I'd put it on and I'd listen
Hard to ask someone for help when you tired of living
I was so selfish, forgive me
I had a lot on my plate
I needed life to come hit me
Tyson that, all on my face
It turned me around
I did it quick
No time I can waste
I will not go in to the ground
When I was born to be great, yeah
