Born In It

Artist ; Tiny Boost

Track; Born In It

Prooducer; Triple B

Intro

Verse 1

I've Been Traumatised Since My Grandma Died, How About 9
Starring at her body tears running out my eyes

How could I revise when I had murder on my mind?
Young Ni**a Stuck Up In These Streets

Pinching my skin just to check if I'm alive cause lord knows i stuck in the beef (ah)

Don't come around sucking your teeth, you ain't ever felt the power when the *** Getting Squeezed

Thats what Im used to, I was on the corner for them new shoes and a tracksuit coming with it

30 on 30's telling fiends come and get it, I ain't going home till its finished Im out here tryna eat

Tell my Mommy don't worry bout' my dinner
Thats ma nigga don't care that he's a killer cuz

He gon kill for me , Keep It real for me
& If we ever get jammed i know he won't squeal on me yeah!

Chorus

Born In It Not Sworn In It, Paid In Full Ain't No Coming Short With It (Yeh Yeh)

Test It Out Before You Go To War With It
Straight Drop U Know Its All Raw In It (Ah)

Live by that Gun, Die by that Gun (Yeh)
Tell ma Ni**az We Gon Slie Tull Its Done (Yeh)

Thats What Its Like Where I'm From, Nothing Ain't Nice Where I'm From (Yeh Yeh)

Verse 2

Cut tru the alley way, Hands on the stralley bandanna or the balley way All ya heard was "clap" like we come to play patter cake

Trigger happy make a ni**a have the saddest day, I don't care what he had to say (yeh) f**k that Ni**a, I'll be blacking out any time i touch that trigger

I swear the streets fucking with my mental, Get a little money and these hoes gon befriend you!

Your own homies turn against you, 4 Ni**as In The Whip and we all got sticks

Pump so big, I ain't even got no legroom. Circling this block like "Im tryna go to bed soon" Im Tired of it!

And I'm talking to my darg Im wondering if he's got a wire on him?

In this cold world who can ya trust
My Main B**ch fucked my Darg man who can I love? (huh)
.. Nobody!

I don't like them outside i need a home body
Young in the face but a grown body

You ain't a killer till you shine and get your own body
I swear these ____ Is Nobody'

Street king I swear they waan take the thrown from me
I come through like a rapture, you woulda thought that i know coffee

Still running wid da old possee
Im A Peckham boy for life Ni**a

Chorus

Born In It Not Sworn In It, Paid In Full Ain't No Coming Short With It (Yeh Yeh)

Test It Out Before You Go To War With It
Straight Drop U Know Its All Raw In It (Ah)

Live by that Gun, Die by that Gun (Yeh)
Tell ma Ni**az We Gon Slie Tull Its Done (Yeh)

Thats What Its Like Where I'm From, Nothing Ain't Nice Where I'm From (Yeh Yeh)