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• Artiste: Chris Miles
• Titre: Born Winners
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(Verse) No such thing as a born winner You gotta try to survive through the cold winter I don’t think they hear what I’m saying Where’s Rose-tta Stone, please know That I’m tryina set the sheets Better tell me where you headed, Cause you better then with me Man I’m going on when I spit it We be rappin that t3, to the day I eat, that NYC I’ma blunt that, tell your clique to fall back Cause y’all all whack, and y’all all trash I’m going hard, no going back, like hey Get your grind up lil hater gally mey To do this stuff that we doing, every month, every day That shit get to realizin that we are here to stay Tell them lames they ain’t runnin at my pace like I don’t think they really got the message I’ma do what I do best and kill this flow up in a second, hey (Hook) Through the hate and the struggle I’ll rise from the rubble And keep ridin, doing my thang Cause I know that these times will get hard And just try to put throughout the rain That’s why there’s no born winners That’s why there’s no born winners That’s why there’s no born winners Man just work hard and do yo thang (Verse) No such thing as a born winner, Anybody in my way gets crushed I’ma road kill em, More realer than half of these rappers who’s rappin trash on the mic And I put that on my life, You should know this, man I’m going in like hey I ain’t playing games, my mind sharp like razorblades Play cards like ace of spades, we makin hits like in the bay I penetrate to the haters, till we reach the top Then I go and drop me some universe, and goin down ain’t an option Flippin bars with the hotness, and I’m doing me ok Compared to y’all I’m a giant, I’m physically as you see Be on I stay up on that mountains, my eyes stay awake Y’all can’t beat me when I o’palm ya, I’ma call you John MacCaine Hey, they say I’m Mac Miller, cause I look like him apparently Only cause my skin’s white, well y’all need some therapy Be better be, destroyed, my crew we deploy Forget what you be talkin bout Cause you know that I’m mean so hold up (Hook x2) Through the hate and the struggle I’ll rise from the rubble And keep ridin, doing my thang Cause I know that these times will get hard And just try to put throughout the rain That’s why there’s no born winners That’s why there’s no born winners That’s why there’s no born winners Man just work hard and do yo thang