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Mic Dawson - Born a bastard Die a King Lyrics



Mic Dawson - Born a bastard Die a King Lyrics
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So special, thank you
Hopped in the Benz, burnt the backwoods sitting behind the ten, I shed a tear
Thinking bout meals, nigga, I'm here to vent I know it's f*cked up, I ain't go to the funeral
To even see you, but I'm f*cked up about you My nigga, your nigga needs you
All the weed we used to blow while we was working on our team
And then you died, man, I cried when we hit a million streams
I know you up in heaven right now, serving all your fiends
You died right after Moosey, wish this shit was all a dream
Things'll never be okay, don't even say that to me
All them games and lame shit, don't even play that with me
You know I'ma keep it thuggin', it's your nigga, my D
I stay piped up with that Rugo or that Glock 43
Until I die, so it's hard, L-I-F-E
45 on my side, this bitch right by me
But I'ma do this shit for you, dawg, I took one for the team
Long live my nigga, born a bastard, died a motherf*ckin' king
I need some millions in my bank account
If you're scared of death or jail, you shouldn't take this route
Wasn't no poppy in Mikasa, it was a vacant house
So I'ma rap and sell crack until I make it out
Niggas that used to sell chickens is now selling chicken
Niggas that used to sell drugs is now selling tickets
I mean, the game is all the same, ain't no f*ckin' difference
Nigga, cause cane gon' be cane if you smoke a snippet
Just keep your mind on your money, nigga, you gotta flip it
And niggas ain't gon' give you shit, you gotta go and get it
You play the game, don't let a nigga knock you off your pittance
You gon' find out how hard way niggas is really bitches
But hey, I guess it's different strokes for different folks
In the kitchen, different strokes get you different coke
Y'all better get some life insurance, get some different quotes
Cause the niggas that's gonna kill you used to call him bro
And yo, and your sister, why she hug your mother
She hearin' shit up in the street, you did that to her brother
Been through some shit throughout my life, I would wish on another
But I'm grateful for every second life a motherf*cker
It's ill, I lost meals over f*ckin' pills
You ever lost your dog, you know how the f*ck I feel
This shit is real, but thanks in advance
And if they did that to dog, then I don't stand a chance
Born a bastard, died a king
And if they did that to dog, then I don't stand a chance
Right, you know what I mean, so
That was just some personal shit I had to take with it myself
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So special, thank you
Hopped in the Benz, burnt the backwoods sitting behind the ten, I shed a tear
Thinking bout meals, nigga, I'm here to vent I know it's f*cked up, I ain't go to the funeral
To even see you, but I'm f*cked up about you My nigga, your nigga needs you
All the weed we used to blow while we was working on our team
And then you died, man, I cried when we hit a million streams
I know you up in heaven right now, serving all your fiends
You died right after Moosey, wish this shit was all a dream
Things'll never be okay, don't even say that to me
All them games and lame shit, don't even play that with me
You know I'ma keep it thuggin', it's your nigga, my D
I stay piped up with that Rugo or that Glock 43
Until I die, so it's hard, L-I-F-E
45 on my side, this bitch right by me
But I'ma do this shit for you, dawg, I took one for the team
Long live my nigga, born a bastard, died a motherf*ckin' king
I need some millions in my bank account
If you're scared of death or jail, you shouldn't take this route
Wasn't no poppy in Mikasa, it was a vacant house
So I'ma rap and sell crack until I make it out
Niggas that used to sell chickens is now selling chicken
Niggas that used to sell drugs is now selling tickets
I mean, the game is all the same, ain't no f*ckin' difference
Nigga, cause cane gon' be cane if you smoke a snippet
Just keep your mind on your money, nigga, you gotta flip it
And niggas ain't gon' give you shit, you gotta go and get it
You play the game, don't let a nigga knock you off your pittance
You gon' find out how hard way niggas is really bitches
But hey, I guess it's different strokes for different folks
In the kitchen, different strokes get you different coke
Y'all better get some life insurance, get some different quotes
Cause the niggas that's gonna kill you used to call him bro
And yo, and your sister, why she hug your mother
She hearin' shit up in the street, you did that to her brother
Been through some shit throughout my life, I would wish on another
But I'm grateful for every second life a motherf*cker
It's ill, I lost meals over f*ckin' pills
You ever lost your dog, you know how the f*ck I feel
This shit is real, but thanks in advance
And if they did that to dog, then I don't stand a chance
Born a bastard, died a king
And if they did that to dog, then I don't stand a chance
Right, you know what I mean, so
That was just some personal shit I had to take with it myself
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Writer: Mike June
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Performed By: Mic Dawson
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Mike June
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