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I believe in God, I believe in destiny
Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined
But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be

Yo yo yoyo

I was born to reign, point blank
My name to be ecthed in stone
My destiny pre-ordaned, tryin' to live righteous
Fightin for life, this my life
That's why I liked on my vices
Tightnin' the vices of truth on the roofless
This is rhyme and the crime and their minds is just useless
The path of the poison, the genesis of the genisi

You and your boyz tryin' to decide, what to write
But your hand is a sword and the blade has been forged
Young minds gettin' gorged, stakes have been altered
By lick or by weed and then hate gets exaltered
As art falls to greed, choices is made that's the voices is laid
On the track, contract, your soul's the way, the sold your wage
Did you see his new Benz?
But your like a syringe now proud of your binge

Got a lot of new friends, got a lot of new ends
Bought a house up in the hills frontin' shouts to the pen
Givin' false accounts of your account's amounts
Amounts the fans treason stands to reason
Since your inception, laced with deception
And bred with false affection it must perish
From the terrace I see the fire burnin the streets
But I won't shield my eyes to the heat

Born to reign
I was born to reign
I was born to reign
I believe in God, I believe in destiny   Not destiny in the sense of all of our exerts being pre-determined   But destiny in the sense of our ability to choose   Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be      Yo yo yoyo      I was born to reign, point blank   My name to be ecthed in stone   My destiny pre-ordaned, tryin' to live righteous   Fightin for life, this my life   That's why I liked on my vices   Tightnin' the vices of truth on the roofless   This is rhyme and the crime and their minds is just useless   The path of the poison, the genesis of the genisi      You and your boyz tryin' to decide, what to write   But your hand is a sword and the blade has been forged   Young minds gettin' gorged, stakes have been altered   By lick or by weed and then hate gets exaltered   As art falls to greed, choices is made that's the voices is laid   On the track, contract, your soul's the way, the sold your wage   Did you see his new Benz?   But your like a syringe now proud of your binge      Got a lot of new friends, got a lot of new ends   Bought a house up in the hills frontin' shouts to the pen   Givin' false accounts of your account's amounts   Amounts the fans treason stands to reason   Since your inception, laced with deception   And bred with false affection it must perish   From the terrace I see the fire burnin the streets   But I won't shield my eyes to the heat      Born to reign   I was born to reign   I was born to reign