1942 Flows

Album: Wins & Losses (2017)
Charted: 83
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  • Started off poor with plans to earn more
    Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
    I was on tour with niggas that's so raw
    Started selling white, we won't sell it no more
    I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us
    Niggas taking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
    Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killing her
    New dawn, Hermes seats, I left the ceiling up
    Just to get to kill 'em softly
    Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
    Like I'm Jesus, the way she cross me
    I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
    On point like an arrow, we started off with zero
    Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
    Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
    'Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn

    Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
    Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it
    Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it
    My teacher always used to tell me you gon' lose nigga
    That's why I never went to school nigga
    And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove nigga
    Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
    Billy with the stamp, I geting two with it'

    Move with it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life
    No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night
    Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life
    And make them fuck their best friends like they was dykes
    Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
    I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play them bikes
    I'm with the pack, huh
    Getting pack, yeah
    Spend dope, nigga
    Selling smack, gang
    I'm gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks
    Yeah, ten mil in cash off Africa, that's a fact
    Money, power, respect
    Eating breakfast on a jet
    I know these niggas upset
    They ain't see me fall yet
    Wins and losses

    They wanna see me fall
    And I will never sell my soul
    I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
    Dream chasing, catching all my goals
    I don't need these hoes
    I'm getting money, me and all my woes
    Play with me, you know is all I want
    The young niggas going all out for us

    Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently
    Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, nigga we litty
    So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki
    Fuck I look like telling my business on Wendy
    Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
    .40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
    They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be kings
    Sipping 19, 42 like it's lean
    I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams
    So I'ma give it to 'em everytime I'm on the scene
    Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
    Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna leave me, I know it
    I go through it, don't' show it
    I told niggas who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted
    Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
    Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his ass
    Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
    And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag
    Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
    Like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine
    Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
    Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
    I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times
    Do the math on it

    They wanna see me fall
    And I will never sell my soul
    I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
    Dream chasing, catching all my goals
    I don't need these hoes
    I'm getting money, me and all my woes
    Play with me, you know is all I want
    The young niggas going all out for us

    Talking, this my cocky flow
    Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
    This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
    Mean nothing to me, I tell how I gotta go rain sleek
    On that corner when the block was slow
    Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though
    Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós
    In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young nigga
    I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate
    Bought my mom the crib with that gate
    Private school for all them babies
    Now they straight, nigga

    They wanna see me fall
    And I will never sell my soul
    I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
    Dream chasing, catching all my goals
    I don't need these hoes
    I'm getting money, me and all my woes
    Play with me, you know is all I want
    The young niggas going all out for us Writer/s: Douglas Whitehead, Robert Rihmeek Williams
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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