Ounce Prize - First Story First: The Prayer lyrics

[Verse 1] I was born an original so guys I won't die a copy For sure I am individual and that truth told by my homie Gold bottles, gold teeth and damn original sneakers These b**hes looking so envious so that's why we call 'em b**hes Jeopardizing personality by paying attention to public opinion y'all unconsciously forget about your natural meaning Stop talking sh**. Be yourself. Stand for what you believe. Or else some other mothaf**er your 'xpensive Jordans receive Now look at me and at yourself and figure out what's better — working all nights for u I'm sure it's no matter But nevertheless, I am still grinding, keep head up and order Jordans from footlocker I'm sipping from red cups I've never lived in the States but I'll do it I promise I ain't struggled for the equal attitude to my homies Cause this sh** wasn't need we didn't feel damn homeless Even though being outside none was striving to glories No one strived to prosper no one strived to be richer I remember happy times and only those had this feature Years later met my Mentor he ain't teacher Make creature And if ya b**h stay a b**h Shout to Cat I'm glad met chu [Chorus] I've never been a real thug but I feel the belonging Cause already ma'fakas know how I am balling Balling Chilling and Popping Chilling Sipping and Grinding n***as cruising in Raris U ain't chill. I stay chill when you all be in hurry I've never been a real thug but I feel it is calling Cause a mediocre life ain't for me it is boring See LA in the morning And 'bout haters ain't worried n***as cruising in Fords, huh WARNING ALL YOU MA'FAKAS I've started making my story