Born Kings

Hold it down for the B-side, Cos niggas took it to the west

Had to do it for the city put her children to the test

I know my people got it cos in the city we are blessed

For niggas doing time don't stress

Cos we been on the streets too long

They stacking up the bread and now they shit too strong

Singing old new songs

I hear the same ringtones

I think we need a change

Variety's a blessing and that's all I'm trying to say

We the same but we different in our own way

South niggas bring the swag with the sauce, and yeah we homemade