Born To Be Great

[Hook]
I was born to be great, this sauce weren't a mistake
And if you didn't see it before it's too late
Hit the road for two days, now I've made £2K
Bought a new Trey, now I'll wig him like a toupee
It's mad, it's sad, we're running to the bag
Now they're tryna take notes like pen and pad
But them man can't match this, nah you must be mad
I'm dripping sauce, you can't flex, it's too bad

[Verse 1]
You ain't like me, you're real different from the lad
I'm a hustler baby, turn a tenner to a bag
She could have a man, I'll turn that girl into a slag
But I can't stick around, I think I get it from my dad
I need a girl that cooks good and she looks bad
I told a girl "You look good when you look mad"
She tells me I fuck good and I'll be a good dad
But I just give her good wood and tell her "Shush bab"
Now it's Cali in my grinder, clothes all designer
Keep a picture of me broke just as a reminder
Remember them times they'd try it like I was minor
Rolling with my slime, it's time, we're gonna find you
I ain't got a job, I've gotta graft for my P's
But I'm still not independent, I'm dependent on these fiends
Heard about the squad and now they're fucking with the team
Get dirty cash, we've gotta get it any means

[Hook]
I was born to be great, this sauce weren't a mistake
And if you didn't see it before it's too late
Hit the road for two days, now I've made £2K
Bought a new Trey, now I'll wig him like a toupee
It's mad, it's sad, we're running to the bag
Now they're tryna take notes like pen and pad
But them man can't match this, nah you must be mad
I'm dripping sauce, you can't flex, it's too bad

[Verse 2]
I'm here for a good time, not a long time
So allow the long chat, buss it for me one time
And no you can't hit the zoot, I'm sorry sunshine
Sometimes I don't pass my zoot, I like to bun mine
Money bopping through the city like it's all mine
I used to want the features, now they want mine
She asked me "Do you ever work?", I told her sometimes
One time I just made her yearly wage combined
I remember mandem bussing work on cunch lines
And mandem see me on the stage and bussing gun signs
I can't ever see them pussies when it's crunch time
Touch mine, have a brudda running like a touchline
Talking like you're from the ends, you ain't from mine
I do it for my mom cah she wants to see her son shine
I've always got it on me, can't be slipping at the wrong time
I can't trust a soul, even God let his son die

[Hook]
I was born to be great, this sauce weren't a mistake
And if you didn't see it before it's too late
Hit the road for two days, now I've made £2K
Bought a new Trey, now I'll wig him like a toupee
It's mad, it's sad, we're running to the bag
Now they're tryna take notes like pen and pad
But them man can't match this, nah you must be mad
I'm dripping sauce, you can't flex, it's too bad