Born Sinner Cream (Ft. Pat Piff)

[Hook: Biggie Smalls]
Born Sinner, the opposite of a winner smokin' weed n sippin'
Smokin' weed n sippin
Born Sinner, the opposite of a winner smokin' weed n sippin'
Smokin weed n sippin

[Verse 1: Cream]
I'm on the precipice, feeling devilish
Got they heads turning like exorcist
Heads a get severed like terrorist, effortless
Beat end up dead I'm the specialist, bread is a terror
L- Label me weirdo, Mr. Anti-Hero
Yes Cream is a zero degenerate
Never get out of it, slumped in the cloud of his blunts while he's Down in the cup of his medicine

I only smoke on the best
Unholy ghost I am death, baptize a girl without holding my breath
Shit I feel like the only one left

[Verse 2: Piff]
Feel like I'm stung by a killer bee, come by with newer breeds
Best friend to enemies, more head than tempead-ic
So your best bet is let her leave, or she probably gonna leave with me
And if I shoot my shot she probably gonna go
Me and Cream plug like Tommy and ghost
I ain't at the crib then I prolly on roll with ya shorty on hold
And if I shoot my shot she probably gonna go
You was on fire but you probably got cold
Spitting like a young DMX on coke, with your ex on hold, hold that