Born A Prince

[Hook: Nightbreed]
Since I was born a prince, I’m trying to get back
To that level, but is it worth making
Pacts with the Devil? I don’t think so
NBs will remain rebels

[Verse 1: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
At twenty-three, tried to see past a hundred G
But my vision’s getting blurry, I’m starting to worry. Could it be
I wasn’t meant to hold precious metals?
Maybe my fate was to die in these cold, desolate ghettos
For that ending I never settled
Got obligations, so I need higher denominations
I want ‘em now, I lack the patience, so I’m faced with
Leaving no traces of me and girls in bus stations with cases
Filled with dopamine, the rest in her fallopian
Risking forty-five years for pure opium, roping in
Made your mouth very quick. If they don’t
Respect my shit, I can raise the deficit—that’s a definite
In a year or so, I’ll have my own house [?]
Although I touched the bottom, now the top is where I go, but, yo
I gotta hurry, see? (Hurry, see?) Narc and TNT be trying to
Bury me. Handle mines cleverly. Praying they never see
Longevity [?], cops and crew
Both sides plan on stopping you, but I got to do, keep a Glock or two
On my physical, this is true: had a view that a few
Task force’ll be blitzing through, coming. I’m dismissing you
Listen to this narrator and how I drop it like
A bad waiter, hustling to have you happy now, sad later
Skies are grayer when you find your people turn traitor
Just live right and I promise, in time, you can have greater

[Hook: Nightbreed] (x2)
Since I was born a prince, I’m trying to get back
To that level, but is it worth making
Pacts with the Devil? I don’t think so
NBs will remain rebels

[Verse 2: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)]
There’s no honor
Amongst thieves. It’s about G’s, fly V’s, model cheese
I’m in their knees, aiming to please with ease. Man, please
Fuck family members left to grieve
For their losses, crashing my courses, should have been cautious
We dumb on violators and leave some of you nauseous, boss
On bosses, [?] fifty wins, no losses
Take flight in Porsches, four-hundred-and-fifty-something horses, cross kids
That claim we’re talking shit, but if we’re talking slick
They all could get [?]
When I’m forced to spit like I’m sick in the stomach, dum-dums
Make a dum-dum’s body plummet. What I come with?
Heavy arsenal, ten body parts [?] you heard? I’m harsh
Too when I spark your crew. Gingerly enemy
Injure me? Never. Hear this kid is fearless as ever
Attitude’s like whatever, trying to maintain sane
Seeing the game changed peoples like the weather
The closest of friends’ll smoke you for ends, bowl you over like pins
Never look to repent and make amends for their sins, the sneaky-ass
Grin but they got more wins, it’s monotonous how y’all
Plot to pop this. I got this dime sister with an
A-figure who can’t wait for me to twist her
First thought ‘cross the mind is she’d been sent by y’all niggas
To blast my ass, cause sand in my glass to fall quicker. If so
I’m like drugs—you better say no or I’ll be forced to [?]
I think with the dick, cowards sending their chicks
Like the Brooklynite ain’t on top of the job like quick shit
It’s surprising me for the ice they seek, thoughts of living righteously
Makes me wonder, “Is this the life for me?”

[Hook: Nightbreed] (x2)
Since I was born a prince, I’m trying to get back
To that level, but is it worth making
Pacts with the Devil? I don’t think so
NBs will remain rebels