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B.O.B lyrics : "Born To Win"

Ft. Pusha T, Kanye West & Nas

(Verse)

I really don't know how long I've been doin this %#@!
I guess 2010′s the first year that you gave a %#@!
I was the underdog

So please excuse me a bit
I need some space
So someone please make me room in this (*##$

'Cus I'm in beast mode
Beast mode, give me those flips I eat those
All day I don't sleep, no

I don't even know what I got sheets for
Them pillow cases and bed frames
Oh no, take that, don't need those

So hot, I don't get high
I don't even know what I got weed for
People, I'm in beast mode

Worst thing I got these T's for?
Why do I rep that east side?
No matter what yall call me B.O.

But see I knew this before
Everybody fed my ego
Back in the hood and these shows

We take the hood wherever we go
And please know
I am at total yes loyalty where this came

Dedicated and totally dependable
Yes, I committed myself to the game
Don't be letting em tell you them lies

We make the industry real when it's fake
So they meditate,
So yo head is risin it under the rushin at yo brain (*##$

(Verse)
My mind state, raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake

Push an avalanche, the alpine shake
The coupes, vanilla beam
Deceased as pound cake

In my condo (*##$es with tatties on
Wall full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long
My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on

Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone
You can't hide it, I smell the fear
I can't either, you smell a millionaire

All crack money, now rap money
Poor platinum ^!$$%s, $#&@in rap dummies
I rap mummies, that's kilograms

My brother's keeper like Nino's man
That's G money, ghetto D money
1996, Master P money, gone

(Verse)
Keep his G's in a alloy safe
Stash the weed in an altoy case

They say good things come to those who wait
So I'mma be at least about a hour late
I'm so fresh (*##$, I should be arrested

New code detector, with my nuts on yo chest (*##$
She said aye yey, I said yes (*##$
Damn I'm only asking you a question

I met this MILF at the allstar getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
'Cus the beauty is why God invented eyeballs

And her body is why God invented my balls
I'm a rock star, so popular
You should get a shot of us

^!$$%s don't take shots of this
That is on way I be
Yea, the first album I vomited

The second I coloniced it
Ain't nobody $#&@in with me, I plutoniced it
Better get some slippers on

That ^!$$%'s going out of here
These ain't even real clothes, homie I'm pajama rich
Thanks Tommy, homie gonna switch his style up

These (*##$es on me, homie only two arouse us
Told her I ain't payin, tonight I'm only browsin
She pulled her blouse and said it's free, I said wow
(Verse)
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20 years a blessing

The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm freshin
My physical frame is celebrated 'cus I made it
Reported through life, some gally like fan created
I rhyme 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one

'Cus what I fuss from
My skull causes pain in my brain vein
Money maintain, no rule against the great simple and plain
When I was younger, just I used to do my thing hard
Droppin followers, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards

This straight up out it, flash it, my crew cash it
Got my first piece of $$# smoking blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance
^!$$%s I used to run with is rich or doin years
In 100 I switched my motto

Still the same, $#&@ tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block
We moves cracks, we do stacks
I cooked up but cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static like wolf at it

Pack a 4matic to track yo whole carriage

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