Lyrics Born Sinner - Kitch Macc

Macc!
(Yea, yea)
(Aye, aye)
(Woe)
Aye Hookzciano why they run they mouth
(Woe)
(Uh huh)
Born in the trap
Raised in the streets
All my niggas strap, and they hate police
I'm tryna make my money stack each and every week
And put my city on the map until I Rest In Peace (Town)
Oh you wanna go and hit a lick huh (hit a lick)
Oh you wanna go and sell a brick huh (Sell a brink)
Oh you wanna pimp on you a bitch huh (Do yo shit P)
Oh you ain't gone stop until you rich huh

Sun city life,at night,The lights shine bright
Tourists gamble wit the dice
The locals gamble wit they life
Behind the strip ain't nothing nice
From the North to the West Side
You better watch them street signs
Bitch I'm sell paid (Bitch I'm self paid)
I be wit all my niggas we throwin' up big Treys (Big Treys)
Run and bustin' at niggas, I'm fuckin' up my Jays
If we trippin and I got a pistol, I ain't takin no fades
No we bustin' and bustin'
You runnin' and duckin'
And tryna cover up yo head (cover yo head)
Nigga I know you scared, you shouldn't come 'round here
Cuz we don't hesitate to bust back
Naw we don't hesitate to bust back

Born in the trap
Raised in the streets
All my niggas strap, and they hate police
I'm tryna make my money stack each and every week
And put my city on the map until I Rest In Peace (Town)
Oh you wanna go and hit a lick huh (hit a lick)
Oh you wanna go and sell a brick huh (Sell a brink)
Oh you wanna pimp on you a bitch huh (Do yo shit P)
Oh you ain't gone stop until you rich huh

Beat yo ass, point em out he done
Beat his ass so bad, he wanna run, and grab his gun
But I don't stunt
That's what I'm all about, got these bullets flyin' out
I'll turn yo happy home into a hunted house
(Yea, Hahaha)
(Look)
(Talk em nigga, uh, for real)
(Macc!, on gang)
Fresh out the pen, I just did ten
And now I'm back again
A young nigga tryna win, in the city of sin
We trappin' them hoes like the wind
We stackin' Benjamins
Them dead people in my heads, them zombie presidents
Bitch I got dead people in my hands, like when yo' mans died
I bet the sight of my life, can make the devil cry
They say, the strong survive, the weak commit suicide
Got teary eyed, when unk died, It caught me by surprise
You tell yo' love ones them lie, but tell the cops the truth
What up wit' you
I don't know why all of these niggas still tryna fuck wit' you
I don't know why all of these bitches is still in love wit' you
See I'm the truth
From bein' in cell two, to being in the booth

Born in the trap
Raised in the streets (Trap)
All my niggas strap, and they hate police (Yea)
I'm tryna make my money stack, each and every week (Facts)
And put my city on the map 'til I Rest In Peace (Town)
'Till I Rest In Peace
'Till I Rest In Peace
(All my niggas strap, and they hate police, Uh)
(All my niggas strap, and they strap, and They)
(Macc!)