BAMbino

Blood shed baby I was born to a war

A heavy burden I'm bearing projected through the memoirs

Momma poured fountains out of empty reservoirs, so we never went hungry, hustle Instilled in my pedigree to the core

Hopped in the fight when I was just a bambino, leap of faith that lit my life like casino

Packing ammo, sending shots through the door

Murderous flows make you jaded rappers drop to the floor, can't leave no room to Breathe you know how it go

Pops went under and it all took a dive, who would've thought that I could ever survive

Look to my eyes, like a furnace burning deep from within

I'm all in, put my cards out on the table for certain I came to win

Need some socks with some sandals the way I'm grilling

Mark my word it's Sunday the seventh and Imma thrill em