Born Sinner - J. Cole, James Fauntleroy

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

If I die today my nigga was it business?

Was it personal?

Should this be my last breath I’m blessed cause it was purposeful

Never got to church to worship lord but please be merciful

You made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive

Now you chose me for purpose I put my soul in these verses

Born sinner, was never born to be perfect

Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses

Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers

Teachers treated niggers as if they totally worthless

And violent, and hopeless

I saw but never noticed that the college is right to be Or that you can be bosses

Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don’t know if this is the realest shit I ever wrote

But know that the realest nigga wrote this

And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you would find it And knew one day that you would come back and rewind this, singing…

I’m a born sinner

But I got better tonight, swear

Yeah, this music shit is a gift

But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff

I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist

She screaming: «Don't let me slip»

She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips

True when I told you: «You the only reason why I don’t flip and go insane»

My roof in the pouring rain

You knew me before the fame, don’t lose me the more I change, you

Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me I smoke you gon’smoke with me Woman’s curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse

I go Bobby you go with me damn

Listen here, I’ll tell you my biggest fears

You the only one who knows them

Don’t you ever go expose them

This life is harder than you’ll probably ever know

Emotions I hardly ever show

More for you than for me Don’t you worry yourself

I gotta do this for me They tell me life is a test but where’s a tutor for me Pops came late I’m already stuck in my ways

Ducking calls from my mother for days

Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised

Can’t wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say

Except