Born Sinner Lyrics

Twist abit of puff, and it better the mood

Born sinner bumping cole, feed the soul abit of food

Notorious no biggie, but rhymes is still rude

Pressure might be heavy but shid it's all good

Sticking to the plan, the lord he got my back

Focused on the goal, just tryna make a stack

Tippy on my toes, papa says shouldn't slack

Mama say I'm good since you black you cannot crack

Pass me the dutche, soon gone be aight

Evil lurking in my brain, go head toss me the light

Demons at my heels and so I gotta speed up

Homies on my ass, like when you gonna be up

Blood is in my ear like go on and give it up

Crazy how I'm spitting it believe the bars is tough

Game is kinda wicked, been getting it kind of rough

Hard guy, hard guy it's cause I'm coming in clutch

Aries is the sign so ever ready to march

Praying on my downfall, sending demons to church

Weapons formed against me, no they cannot prosper

Chase a better life, on the menu, we want lobster

Say it's free to dream when really it's gonna cost ya

Dollars not enough, more like a shilling and dreams

Still I stare to the stars and the eyes can't help but gleam

But nothing, ever as good, as it seems

Twist abit of puff, and it better the mood

Born sinner bumping cole, feed the soul abit of food

Notorious no biggie, but rhymes is still rude

Pressure might be heavy but shid it's all good

Sticking to the plan, the lord he got my back

Focused on the goal, just tryna make a stack

Tippy on my toes, papa says shouldn't slack

Mama say I'm good since you black you can't crack

Dared to dream, now I'm caught up in one helluva mess

Burning hella smoke, it's just a bit of some stress

Ace on the team still I'm flunking your test

Why I gotta prove shit, go head and give it a rest

At the top of my game so she working her neck

Lines got punch leave you flat on the deck

Flows got plenty so I spray like a tech

Face sit pretty so she offering cake

Twist abit of puff, and it better the mood

Born sinner bumping cole, feed the soul abit of food

Notorious no biggie, but rhymes is still rude

Pressure might be heavy but shid it's all good

Sticking to the plan, the lord he got my back

Focused on the goal, just tryna make me a stack

Tippy on my toes, papa says shouldn't slack

Mama say I'm good since you black you can't crack

I make it pop like caan, can't help but let out that woi oi (trouble)

Puff of the zkittles again it make you go woi oi

Spitting, way I'm hungry, you would think I came from barrows

Shawdey think I'm Cupid let me smack her with these arrows

She call me mr lovin but it's a little bit troublin

Snow cold like Reggie though this nigga ain't from Dublin

Hit it couple times, nasty attitude, another 10 which I'm fumbling

Drunk of success you know I'm tryna be stumbling

Trials and tribulations keep me steady on my toes

Pussy,money, weed… still all a nigga knows

Switching up the flows, then go party with the bros

Watching out for snakes so I'm burning up the grass

Issa cloudy, rainy season, but I guess that too shall pass

Focus on the mission can't be straying from the path

Burn a couple candles then I'm taking of from earth

Going through these changes feel I been at it from birth

Twist abit of puff, and it better the mood

Born sinner bumping cole, feed the soul abit of food

Notorious no biggie, but rhymes is still rude

Pressure might be heavy but shid it's all good

Sticking to the plan, the lord he got my back

Focused on the goal, just tryna make a stack

Tippy on my toes, papa says shouldn't slack

Mama say I'm good since you black you can't crack