Born To Win

[Intro: Gizzle Starrmade]
Born to win, yeah

[Chorus: Gizzle Starrmade]
They gettin' mad, we gettin' rich
We from the bottom of Hell, but we made it out the pit, yeah
Make a boy diss, yeah, thinkin' he the shit, yeah
We run 'em down, shots lay 'em down like a boy trip, yeah
This just my fire, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Adios, gangster, had to retire him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Where I'm from, it's like a lion's den (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It ain't nothin', I was born to win (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Golde London]
In it to win it, get money and spend it
I know some killas that handle they business
They serve it like tennis
Them bitches a mess, lookin' depressed
They wanna be me, I fuck with the Gs
Down to the T and the shoes on my feet
I do this with ease
I blew a bag today, hunt a few bags today
Fuckin' with me, all it takes is a call
You'll get put in a bag today
Not in my league, so please knock it off
Got the drip and the sauce
I'm out of this world, I should be on Mars
I belong with the stars, I beat out the odds
I come from the bottom, I came and I got it
They know I'm the hottest, I'm just being honest
They need to pay homage
Put a zip on it, ho, what you spittin' is garbage
See, I'm livin' your dreams
If you diss, you a target, it ain't only you
I'll come for your team, it ain't nothin' to me
All about cream, Glizzies with switches and beams
Whippin' and flippin' the ki'
Dottin' my Is and I'm crossin' my Ts
Dodgin' the Ds, bitch, I'm gone with the breeze
Drinkin' Moscato, like, straight out the bottle
In it to win it, yeah, that be the motto
Blowin' the money like I hit the Lotto
Live for today and pray for tomorrow, pray for tomorrow

[Chorus: Gizzle Starrmade]
They gettin' mad, we gettin' rich
We from the bottom of Hell, but we made it out the pit, yeah
Make a boy diss, yeah, thinkin' he the shit, yeah
We run 'em down, shots lay 'em down like a boy trip, yeah
This just my fire, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Adios, gangster, had to retire him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Where I'm from, it's like a lion's den (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It ain't nothin', I was born to win (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Golde London]
Shoot first for the pesos, opp niggas got bageled
.40 cal. with a small drum, for the team, I'ma take one
I be givin' out halos, slide on 'em then we lay low
Young nigga, I don't play much, I ain't even gotta say much
'Cause I get money a lot, how could I not?
Comin' from a city where shit gets hot
Niggas get popped tryna sling on my block
D-O-S, nigga, dead on spot
Raised in a lion's den, nigga, I was born to win
I can pull up right now
Summertime when the bikes out, nigga, this is my lifestyle
Rollin' with the demons, where we catch 'em where we leavin'
New pack got me chiefin'
Hit my jeweler, get iced out
All these hoes gettin' piped down
Broke nigga, pipe down
Forty K on the top piece
I'm payin' my dues, I came up in Trues
Straight from the bottom, got nothin' to lose
Bitch is in love with the crew
They gettin' mad, we gettin' rich
Whenever I'm out I look like a lick
Run up on who? Nigga, you sick
Down to die for all my shit
Ready for war, I never hitch
.30 on me with a switch
Ride for mines, I'm with the shits
Put it on gang, twenty-six

[Chorus: Gizzle Starrmade]
They gettin' mad, we gettin' rich
We from the bottom of Hell, but we made it out the pit, yeah
Make a boy diss, yeah, thinkin' he the shit, yeah
We run 'em down, shots lay 'em down like a boy trip, yeah
This just my fire, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Adios, gangster, had to retire him (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Where I'm from, it's like a lion's den (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It ain't nothin', I was born to win (Yeah, yeah, yeah)