Born Alone

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​billy woods - Rap, New York Rap

Born Alone

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[Verse 1: billy woods] Dead man's shoes, double dare you to rock 'em Slip 'em on smooth, they gon' fit no problem They always do It's like they were made for your two feets, kids laid out in the streets, no kicks, limbs askew That's how they did my cousin in '86, auntie saw it on the news He had one on, one off, it was by the bare foot that she knew My wife said, "The baby feet look just like you" And I thought about that when they went to sleep, I cried too Dog-eared Timberland boot Sauconys on a Brooklyn stoop In pretty good shape, toothbrush the suede Mouth full of toothpastе, lookin' in the mirror like, "I know my day comin', I pray it's not today" Seen 'em coming likе, "Hold on, hold on, wait," ain't no way Doctor read the X-rays while you read the doctor's face I rock a clean pair of socks every day just in case [Chorus: billy woods] Born alone, die alone, no matter who your mans is Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids Born alone, die alone, no matter who your mans is Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids Born alone, die alone (Born alone, die alone) Born alone, die alone (Born alone, die alone) [Verse 2: billy woods] I had a zipper brick on the night stand, woke to a pile of twelve 12s It had a skunky smell, shoemaker in the L's I'ma go back in time, tell that young boy, "Give 'em hell" If it's a fight, fight to the bell Peep the six-CD carousel, Skytel pager, my eyes well I wager he never realized he was talkin' to himself (Just as well) Back in the present Bustin' open a pack, fingers sticky with resin I've heard it all before like Russian peasants That's that loop for you That's what the loop do Sebb Bash pulled it out the dollar bin where he had his stash, handed it to Al and said, "Track two" (It's true) History never repeats, it do rhyme though, tryna catch the loop Loophole like a gun show Dropped out of JUCO like it's donezo, puto Let's get it out the mud Son was barefoot by the end of the month (You know how it always goes, you know how it goes, you know how it goes) [Outro: billy woods] Born alone, die alone, no matter what your plans is Born alone, die alone, no matter what your plans is Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids

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  • ​billy woods
  • Kenny Segal