Wins & Losses

Album: Wins & Losses (2017)
Charted: 79
  • You have to eat the dream, you have to sleep the dream, you have to dream the dream
    You gotta touch, you have to see it when nobody else sees it
    You have to feel it when it's not tangible
    You have to believe it when you cannot see it
    You gotta be possessed with the dream

    Yeah
    Any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
    Young nigga started with oodles and noodles, now we eating lobster

    Uh, as I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
    I'm the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
    When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
    So I went and bought me a don and flipped that hat to the back
    Fuck 'em

    New jewelry, new whips on the way now
    Brr, brr, that's yo bitch on the way now
    Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
    Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
    Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
    Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
    Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
    Five hundred thou, Louis said we lookin' awesome
    Swap that Patek for them cups, take them off us
    Lil' bitch, call me lil' fish
    Niggas tryna turn my lights out, I'm still lit
    Streets calling and they said they was some real shit
    Young bull looking like he hit a real lick

    I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
    Half a milli last week, you would've thought I was touring
    Niggas tried to kill me, I guess they thought I was normal
    They ain't know I was different
    I'm like lord be my witness 'cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
    Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my niggas
    Fuck their opinions, why would I listen, they ain't see the vision,
    When I had foreign, I mentioned no, I ain't see them bitches
    So I'mma ball on 'em, Magic City, let it fall on 'em
    And all my niggas staying down with me
    Know I be there if they call on me
    Yeah, my nigga bad for Milli he made it home in a week
    Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on them streets
    Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
    Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's peak
    We bring the war, I just wanna shine like my rollie
    Put in all this time that they owe me
    Made it to a nine and we litty
    Dropping sixty-twos like we Kobe, oh
    Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
    Top of the food chain, head of comission
    We breaking niggas without permission
    Never was personal, it was business
    Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
    Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke, fuck they gon' tell me now?
    I'm running round, got a gun that hold a hundred rounds
    If it was fuck them niggas then it's fuck them niggas now
    Fuck 'em! Never change on my real dawgs
    'Bout that 'caine, been them thangs like we old dawgs
    Walk up in a dealer and I pull that Rolls out
    These niggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ahh Writer/s: Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams, Eric Thomas
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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