Born

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Turn the music up, turn the music up

(Python, where your tag at?)

Man

Yo, ayy

Man

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

Hahaha

I was born underwater with three dollars and fifty cent

I'ma get rich or die tryin' to find a dime, huh

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

What goes around comes around, full circle

I'ma cut my own TV off before I go commercial

Huh, right in time for the revolution

I'm the new Gil Scott-Heron, double dare you to test the movement

Unless you prepared as hell to fail

Comparison is the thief of all joy

This is not a den you wanna lie in, don't even try it

'Less you're Soulo, ho, the prophet

Damn, Daniel

I mean the Vans Off-White like Virgil had somethin' to do with it

It's gettin' easier than shootin' fish in a barrel with all this bait I set

Shit, they gettin' desperate for restitution

Do the damage I do to amateurs