[Intro] - Each chord is a 2-count Gm F Eb F Cm F Bb F This is the chord progression all the way through besides chorus.

e|^Gm-3---^F1---^Eb11---^F1--^Cm-3---^F1--^Bb-6---^F1-| B|-3---1---11---1---4---1---6---1-| G|-3---2---12---2---5---2---7---2-| D|-5---3---13---3---5---3---8---3-| A|-5---3---13---3---3---3---8---3-| E|-3---1---11---1---3---1---6---1-|

^GmSpinning in circles, live^F my life without rehearsal If I ^Ebdie today my nigga was it bus^Finess? Was it personal? Sh^Cmould this be my last breath, I'^Fm blessed cause it was purposeful Ne^Bbver got to church to worship L^Ford but please be merciful ^GmYou made me versatile, well-rounded like cursive

Now you chose me for a purpose, I put my soul in these verses Born sinner, was never born to be perfect Sucka for women licking their lips and holding these purses Back when we ran the streets who would think we grow to be murderers Teachers treated niggas as if they totally worthless And violent, and hopeless I saw but never noticed that the college point is right to "Be All That You Can Be" posters Rest in peace to Tiffany, I don't know if this is the realest shit I wrote But know the realest nigga wrote this And signed it, and sealed it in a envelope and knew one day you'd find it And knew one day you'd come back and rewind this, singing... [Hook: James Fauntleroy]

I'm a b^Gmorn sinner, b^Fut I'll die better than t^Ebhat; swear. ^F You were alw^Cmays where I needed you to ^Fbe whether you were th^Bbere or not there (I was^F there) I was b^Gmorn sinning b^Fut I live better than tha^Ebt (better than that,^F better than that) And if you ain't fucking with t^Cmhat, I don't ^Fcare. ^Bb

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) **Back to normal chord progression Gm F Eb F Cm F Bb F [Verse 2: J. Cole] Yeah, this music shit is a gift But God help us make it cause this music business is a cliff I got a life in my grip, she holding tight to my wrist She screaming: "Don't let me slip" She see the tears in my eyes, I see the fear on her lips True when I told you, you the only reason why I don't flip and go insane My roof in the pouring rain You knew me before the fame, don't lose me the more I change, no Just grow with me, go broke you go broke with me I smoke you gon' smoke with me Woman's curse since birth, man lead her to the hearse I go Bobby you go with me damn Listen here, I'll tell you my biggest fears You the only one who knows them Don't you ever go expose them This life is harder than you'll probably ever know Emotions I hardly ever show More for you than for me Don't you worry yourself I gotta do this for me They tell me life is a test but where's a tutor for me Pops came late I'm already stuck in my ways Ducking calls from my mother for days Sometimes she hate the way she raised me but she love what she raised Can't wait to hand her these house keys with nothing to say Except [Hook: James Fauntleroy]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

J. Cole - Born sinner