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letra de born sinner part 2 - word play

[chorus: word play]
i am a sinner, who’s guaranteed to sin again
i ain’t a christian, i ain’t no christian
but that shouldn’t determine your hate
listening to music on the track
b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe
i can feel your hatred from to light years away
i got my spikes and my inhaler, i’m usually laughing but right now i’m saying
b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe
b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe

[verse 1: word play]
ask me why and i’ll tell you the reason why i wanna make it in track
money and fame is nice and all, but it’s not it and that’s a fact
grandmama always wanted to see me run, when she was on this planet
left the earth in 2011, hurt me so bad but i ain’t let n-body see that
since then, to myself, imma take track more seriously for her sake
no god-fearing n-gg-, so all that sh-t that happened to me, it’s fate
looking at the 2012 state vid, i am leaning on that 2 hard
yessir i am black and yeah i run track, but n-gg- don’t pull the race card
don’t be racist, i ain’t going to college just for some athletic gain
gonna figure out ways for blacks in society to have less pain
and when a hater critiques my track sk!lls, it goes through one ear and out the other
we two different people, you run for the fame while i run for my late grandmother
after this track, when you see me at a track meet, you know what’s on my mind
so be courteous homie and not ignorant and b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe
mi-mi this’s for you, word

[chorus 2: verse mack]
i’m a sinner, and imma sin again
i’m a loser, but imma win again
and i’m a loner, don’t f-ck with people’s trends
and i am a viber, so b-tch don’t k!ll it

[verse 2: verse mack]
i stay prayed up, we stay dreamed up
shout out t my fam, me and word play we done teamed up
f-ck all these haters n-gg- y’all know i stay schemed up
keep your head above water like f-ck bush and fema
i just wanna gold pager and a beamer
or some fresh -ss dunks that cost a guap
i never really had it but spend like i got a lot
i be wasting time like i don’t own a f-cking clock
my life is like a movie tell me who about to watch
they arrested me for k!lling bars but i will never stop
i go to the f-cking top, i climb rocks i don’t do ’em
rip to my fam, i know you prolly knew ’em
we don’t understand the picture ’cause the way that they construe them
they love to cloud our vision with these chains and these gangs
we barely off the slave ship, now they’re corporate planes
we all vanity slaves, we carry these slave names
vibe life i get it, vibe like the realest
all up in the sky ’cause we don’t know the f-cking ceiling
we just know these leaky roofs, we are the broken youth
but i swear if i don’t make it, i’d change my name to living proof
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