Born A Prince Nightbreed

[Hook: Nightbreed]
Since I was born a prince, I’m trying to get back
To that level, but is it worth making
Pacts with the Devil? I don’t think so
NBs will remain rebels

[Verse 1: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
At twenty-three, tried to see past a hundred G
But my vision’s getting blurry, I’m starting to worry. Could it be
I wasn’t meant to hold precious metals?
Maybe my fate was to die in these cold, desolate ghettos
For that ending I never settled
Got obligations, so I need higher denominations
I want ‘em now, I lack the patience, so I’m faced with
Leaving no traces of me and girls in bus stations with cases
Filled with dopamine, the rest in her fallopian
Risking forty-five years for pure opium, roping in
Made your mouth very quick. If they don’t
Respect my shit, I can raise the deficit—that’s a definite
In a year or so, I’ll have my own house [?]
Although I touched the bottom, now the top is where I go, but, yo
I gotta hurry, see? (Hurry, see?) Narc and TNT be trying to
Bury me. Handle mines cleverly. Praying they never see
Longevity [?], cops and crew
Both sides plan on stopping you, but I got to do, keep a Glock or two
On my physical, this is true: had a view that a few
Task force’ll be blitzing through, coming. I’m dismissing you
Listen to this narrator and how I drop it like
A bad waiter, hustling to have you happy now, sad later
Skies are grayer when you find your people turn traitor
Just live right and I promise, in time, you can have greater