Born in Hell Lyrics

Toohunnit

Yeahhh

I shed a tear for all the

I say a prayer for all the ones who

Yeah

I shed a tear for all the ones who ain't survive

And say a prayer for all the ones who still riding

How you a killer you ain't get back for your guys

"Boyz in the hood" you turned to Trey when it was time

Fucked up his sack, he tryna rob now, he ain't never even steal

He died on the sidelines, he wasn't even in the field

That hoe fine but she broke, so she gone fuck you pay her bills

Lil bro sliding, he like a nail, that nigga stay up on a drill

I caught a case tryn' play the road, I took some losses in the mail

It hit different when you load up, and the load don't make it there

It hit different when you walked em down and kept shooting after he fell

He like to play, I like to play too, send a blitz no NFL

Yeah,

Gambling with my life, I'm rolling dice, but I'm getting cheated cause this life shit ain't fair

Yeah,

I see why they call this shit a trap, cause once you in you either die or go to jail

Stuck in side the streets, I'm tryna' get my niggas out it

Bookie beat that case I know he felt like John Gotti

If I'on make it rapping I'ma be selling exotics

Bitch I got a son, I'm tryna send em off to college

Bitch I'm in the field, I feel like Deshaun Watson

I been through some shit that I wouldn't wish up on nobody

Bru caught all that time that shit ain't break em, he was smiling

Born in hell, my fate was already decided

I ain't get to cut the cards, they just dealt my hand

And fuck what they say cause somebody else done made my bed

And mama raised a nigga right we just had chose to be bad

I'm leaving school, calling Ken, like when them bows gone be in

It only matter what you got my nigga fuck what you had

My heart so big I seen em hissing, shit I gave em some grass

And free lil cj he the type give you the shirt off his back

My nigga died for his respect, he tried to buck on the jack

And they say only god can judge me but I say they was wrong

Lil bro took em to trial, he doing life without parole

Dayday different, he had took a plea so Todd could make it home

All my niggas down the road feel like I'm out here all alone

Stuck in side the streets, I'm tryna' get my niggas out it

Bookie beat that case I know he felt like John Gotti

If I'on make it rapping I'ma be selling exotics

Bitch I got a son, I'm tryna send em off to college

Bitch I'm in the field, I feel like Deshaun Watson

I been through some shit that I wouldn't wish up on nobody

Bru caught all that time that shit ain't break em, he was smiling

Born in hell, my fate was already decided