Born 2 Roll

[Verse]

Tales of a nigga living in his momma basement

Listening to her bitchin' every morning it's the same shit

Time for me to get out on this corner make the 'caine flip

Post up at a nigga residence and we invasive

Knockin' at your door, bitch, like I was maintenance, and you sprung leak

Heard that you get pounds of that grape shit every other week

So my inclination to take shit at it's fucking 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 shit 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 fuck 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 dick in the hood bitch

Niggas violate we slice 'em and dice 'em like wood chips

Ho' we straight vanilla ice 'em and get on some Suge shit

Came a nigga from 40 stories, Watch 'em drop that Wile E. Coyote

New in yo' hood but G.I. to the Chi' them niggas know me

Gangsta Gibbs from the guts never gave a fuck

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 bitch, we dropped him, that's on the real

I was born to roll