Born Sinner

[Intro: J. Cole]

Yeah

Hey

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

If I died today my nigga, was it business, was it personal?

Should this be my last breath I'm blessed 'cause it was purposeful

Never got to church to worship, Lord, but please be merciful

You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive

Know you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses

Born sinner, was never born to be perfect

Sucker for women licking they lips and holding these purses

Back when we ran the streets who would think we'd grow to be murderers?

Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless

And violent, and hopeless, I saw but never noticed

That a college point is right to "Be all that you can be" posters, uh

Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if

This the realest shit I wrote, but know the realest nigga wrote this

And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'll find it

And knew one day you'd come back and rewind it, singing

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]

I'm a born sinner

But I'll die better than that, I swear

You were always where I needed you to be

Whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning

But I live better than that (better than that)

If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care

(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Yeah, this music shit is a gift

But God help us make it 'cause this music biz is a cliff

I got her life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist

She screaming, "Don't let me slip"

She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips

True when I told you, "You the only reason why I don't flip

And go insane," my roof in the pouring rain

You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change, no

Just grow with me, go broke, you go broke with me

I smoke, you gon' smoke with me

Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse

I go Bobby, you go Whitney, damn

Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears

You the only one who knows 'em

Don't you ever go expose 'em

This life is harder than you'll probably ever know

Emotions I hardly ever show, more for you than for me

Don't you worry yourself, I gotta do this for me

They tell me life is a test, but where's the tutor for me?

Pops came late, I'm already stuck in my ways

Ducking calls from my mother for days

Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised

Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say

Except

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]

I'm a born sinner

But I'll die better than that, I swear

You were always where I needed you to be

Whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning

But I live better than that (better than that)

If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care

(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Choir]

I'm a born sinner

But I'll die better than that, I swear

You were always where I needed you to be

Whether you were there or not there (I was there)

I was born sinning

But I live better than that (better than that)

If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care

(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: J. Cole]

This music shit is a gift