Текст песни Born. - Christopher Kellen

I used to the look up to the people that I see on TV
Kanye, Lil Wayne, Jay Z
Thinking if I work real hard times 3
One day they'll come see me
To a young kid those were hiphop Kings
Kingpins in a world full of fiends
Giving us more dope for a fee
Tune in then press repeat
Young kid with the Hiphop dreams
Every night I would fight my sleep
Black for the clean white sheet
YouTube gotta new type beat
Freestyles all day with bros
Trynna pave ways to the big rap scene
Get money don't spend on clothes
Same grey sweats and a long black tee
I, put the dollar I made in new mics
Studio gear the gear for my price
Learned how to mix and master my shit
I ain't gotta pay you if I can do it right
I, Put time in this thru the night
24/7 the stressing of my life
Almost quit cause no one would tune in
But I came right back to put it in their sight
I, wrote my first song in 5th grade
To the instrumental A Milli by Lil Wayne
Spat it to my friends at lunch tables and then
By the end of the verse the smiles on their face were
Big grins they liked what I wrote
That small verse had gave me my hope
All that I needed was someone that was believing
In the craft that I have and now I'm pointing the Scope at
Anything with a rhythm and beat
I see it and aim with mics and a studio beam
I'm eating the beat like beef I ain't letting it breath
I'm killing the scene you see with a pen and a sheet
Ya know
It was hard when nobody believed
That I would compete and thinking I was obsolete
But now I'm this far now I ain't finna retreat
It's like I'm blind to a foot I ain't seeing defeat
Ya know
Down talking I ain't letting it be the venom to me
But do know I got the receipt
I'm seeing ya tweets from you and ya battling team
And eating it up cause this a motivational treat
I mean
My team is composed of me
And I'll war with the world to protect my peace
So if you think that ya salt thrown bothering me
Ya dead wrong I'm the type to eat salt like sweats
I know you see the issues in the way that I've been living
But things are getting bad and I been caught up in my feelings
You offer me some dollars but the money ain't the problem
If it was then I would be in the streets where the mood is chilly
Back to doing thangs
That I cannot ever say because my momma
Probably knock me out on the family visit
And everything you've noticed from listening to my lyrics
Would finally come together for you to glue up the pieces