born to the streets the money and lust fuck love and trust they gone blow you over and leave you in the dust no nigga you can trust born looking like my momma and daddy died looking like my bad habits karma like bad magic one day in my arms next on my t shirt how that work birth it and rebirth you’ll kill to show yo worth mourned when u died i ain’t gone lie that shit kinda hurt hide my tears but i’m ok i’m to tired to even stay walked away without a trace just remember this face i ain’t never been weak born to the street money and lust fuck love and trust