Artist: J. Cole f/ James Fauntleroy Album: Born Sinner Song: Born Sinner Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [J. Cole] Yeah... hey Spinnin 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 Know you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses +Born Sinner+, was never born to be perfect Sucka for women lickin they lips and holdin these purses Back when we ran the streets, who would think we'd grow to be murderers? Teachers treated niggaz as if they totally worthless And violent, and hopeless, I saw but never noticed that a college point is right to "Be All That You Can Be" posters Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if this the realest shit I wrote but know the realest nigga wrote this And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'll find it And knew one day you'll come back and rewind it Singin [Chorus: James Fauntleroy] I'm a born sinner But I'll die better than that, swear You were always where I needed you to be whether you were there or not there (I was there) I was born sinnin But I'll live better than that (better than that) If you ain't fuckin with that I don't care (ooooh-ooooh-ooooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah [J. Cole] Yeah, this music shit is a gift But God help us make it cause this music biz is a cliff I got her life in my grip, she holdin tight to my wrist She's screamin "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 pourin rain You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change No, 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 Whitney Damn, listen here; I'll tell you my biggest fears You the only one who knows 'em - don't you ever go expose 'em 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 the tutor for me? Pops came late, I'm already stuck in my ways Duckin 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 nothin to say Except [Chorus] [Chorus] - sung by a choir