Money, hoe, we skeet The street Bible, I be preachin' to the streets No bull***, know what I'm talkin' bout? Buddha bless this bitch Apply the pressure, what ain't solid, it's gon' crumble Dead before it's under, pray I don't die before my mama My daughter stayin' in the hotel, her daddy sell narcotics My baby mama violent, so I don't like bein' around her Too many killers in my closet, gotta find somewhere to find her Like how he spit that gun *** with them devils out of silence I don't think the way I act, I had to adapt to my environment The type of *** I rap bring the gangsters out of retirement I chase *** like a defensive lineman Had to reach between the crevices and cracks just to find me I tell them I got swag, they tell me to define me I say swag, man, I'm somewhere always grindin' Parables from the street Bible, savages at the street walk Streets talkin', noose trappin' Bout some cats that get caught in middle school I murder any dude I caught beat back in between classes Piss on both sides of the mattress, I do a kinda ranch Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wildest fate, like here we go again Got a chance to beat the odds, ain't no way I ain't gon' win Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wildest fate, like here we go again All I need is a chance, ain't no way I ain't gon' win Before I leave the house, I probably make it back home Gotta watch what I say, my kids love to play my song Poopie say, Daddy, I'm a thot, that lil' nigga think he grown I sell rocks while I'm rollin', truth be told, I'm a rollin' stone I don't see Brooklyn, banana lot, and the kids sound wrong I just hate to be in tears, but she don't let me take them home I eat ***, keep scratchin' up my face, so I keep breakin' that bitch phone CL sound wrong, Porsche still try and make her home Tamerica put her pride to side, so I hate that song When I got shot, Kiana kept me strong, she gotta make the song Cyclops, X-Man, X-File, flesh crowd West side, West Nile, skin like a reptile Jesus God, only son, I gotta be a stepchild Gangsta movin' sides, I don't even mumble under my breath dial God ***, both paws itch, no jaw split J and R's, pocket big ***, hit everybody in the car *** Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wildest fate, like, here we go again Got a chance to beat the odds, ain't no way I ain't gon' win Born to lose, built to win If Jesus died for our sins, why them dudes in the pen? Back against the wildest fate, like, here we go again All I need is a chance, ain't no way I ain't gon' win