Born 2 Roll

Tales of a nigga living in his momma basement Listening to her bitchin' every morning it's the same shit Time for me to get out on this corner make the 'caine flip Post up at a nigga residence and we invasive Knockin' at your door bitch, like I was maintenance, and you sprung leak Heard you get pounds of that grape shit every other week So my inclination to take shit at it's fucking peak Stash and broke it down at the 7s go for a buck a piece Cop a sweet, for a minute, swisha the optimal Now I twist my shit in the woods, but I got that tropical Some may say that I think illogical Cause I still believe in God but down to dance with the devil to make a dolla' tho I drop her, straight in the water, never bother Serve anything other than hard, I keep it starvin' Say she fuck with nothing other than ballers so I charmed her We hit the mall right after I robbed her baby-father The home wrecker, chrome leather and wood kiss Keep my name hot in the hood and my dick in the hood bitch Niggas violate we slice 'em and dice 'em like wood chips Ho' we straight vanilla ice 'em and get on some shug shit Came a nigga from 40 stories, Watch 'em drop that Wile E. Coyote New in yo' hood but G all of them shotta niggas know me Gangsta Gibbs from the guts never gave a fuck Excuse me while I get my paper and my haters up Yeah, my connect a 40, coppers get straight killed Got the cash probably coppin' a whole field We ain't shot the bitch, we dropped him, that's on the real I was born to roll