Born to Ball

[Verse 1: Skeme] I hear I changed I hear I lost all my humility But humility ain't worth shit when you need 50 Gees To bail your cousin out that cell you know this life is hell So I'm back to acting an ass 'cuz that's what I do well Hope you don't got your hand out Hope you grinding for self Hope you don't think this world 'gone listen when you cry for help Naw man, see this shit stiff as a shot of scotch Like hide and seek it's coming for you, ready or not Back when I was sixteen all I'd do was hustle to get off my block Fuck being a have-not I promise man I need my knots That .22 inside my socks 'cuz it's shoot first or you get shot Poppa say protect your neck, 'cuz these niggas want what you got So you know I'm sleeping (one eye open) And when I'm wide awake (that same eye is over my shoulder) 'cuz I heard that most times the ones that (kill you 'gone be the closest) So if I ain't know you 'fore we got poppin' (quit that bro shit) [Hook] (I know exactly what you thinking mama He just another hood nigga I'm screaming more money more problems But still it's all good nigga) We want it all We want it all We want it all We, we, we, we, we We want it all We want it all Dying to live, but we born to ball [Verse 2: Skeme] What's on your mind, what's on your mind? You been on my mind and I want to chill But I've been on my grind Hate to see you crying but baby girl that's how this life thing work All emotions aside I outride (?) my business first And if I had a dime for every time I heard that patience is a virture I'd buy more shit I don't need my hunger for what they feed (?) Got some bad ones in my past Hope they don't think I forget 'em But I'm all about my bills Grind stay Hillary Rodham What's my problem? I'm acting like I got nothing But really I got it all Can't never take nothing personal There's no feelings involved 'Cuz you know this ain't no job right? Nigga this my life That's why I think twice about all the shit that I write Now my pen ignite and my soul take flight to set me free Flow throwed off 'cuz I miss Pimp C to keep it Gee And this right here it might be the illest shit that I ever wrote 'Cuz I put my problems in my carry-on then I let 'em go Thought I let you know [Hook repeated] [Spoken: Skeme] Whatever your reality is, chase that, your own truth, you feel me? I know I am. Pour some more of that shit up, bro. Think this one here over with, bro