Can't See Me Win

She off a bean and moving robotics
Got a whole team we ain't moving narcotics
Got a new bitch and she can't wait for shoppin'
I told the lil' bitch I ain't wastin' my profit
Can't see me win
But how you got' stop it
Chips in the bag
Now how you got' drop it
You gettin mad
That I'm making profit
I do it the best and I do it with options
Niggas hate from the back and I'm never got' get it
I got a nineteen I'm never got' spend it
She got an ID and I told her forget it
I'm checking the stats and they say that I'm winnin'
You niggas is crazy like crazy he did it
You talking real crazy come pay me a visit
I heard that your lame and your lady went missin'
You're mad at yourself for your own decisions nigga
Man y'all fuck around and play too much
I got a bad bitch she don't say too much
And I got a last wish you don't wait you rush
'Cause I got a whole cup and I got a whole team
And I got a bad bitch and I got an old fling
And then niggas wanna talk and they don't know me
I could use a little sleep but I don't sip lean
Rizzy tha Great and I'm killing these niggas
Is it easier to beef with or speak to a nigga
Decide with the facts or you reachin' lil' nigga
She just want Chanel you ain't keeping her nigga
Had a coach and now he hate on me
I got a bag to blow hope he don't wait on me
You ain't no Sean Don you a lil' Shawn
Got your wife in the crowd with the pom poms
I got the cheat codes like I'm hacking shit
It ain't nothing for me to just brag a bit
You can't really say I've been slackin' shit
This shit ain't really happen by accident
Ain't doin' shit nigga can't talk to me
You see the way I move you can't walk with me
You wanna be a star well don't start with me
I heard you leased your car and now it's hard to breath

Look man
Y'all 9-5 rappin' ass niggas man
Work your 9-5 job
Spend an hour on music a week nigga
Y'all niggas callin' y'all 'selves rappers
Man that's some different shit man
Y'all can't stand in my lane man
You chasin' a check
You chasin' a paycheck you not chasing no bag nigga
You caught in a cycle

You chasin' a bag
You caught in a cycle
You clock-in to work
Like whats up to Michael
You hangin with niggas that don't even like you
I do not put time into what niggas might do
You circumstance stem from your own decisions
I'm making a move for the throne position
She giving me head and the dome exquisite
I do what I want 'cause I'm grown lil' bitch

Bitch I'm runnin' them bands I'm runnin' them digits
Runnin' it up like its fitness
Got Baileys and and bottles a couple of bitches
Came from rags to riches
That bitch a bopper and she given' me top
And she duckin' on the ops
This nigga he mad 'cause I got the drop
He probably fuckin' with the cops
Got sticks and hollows like its call of duty
Nigga feelin real moody
Got bricks from Pablo his sister a cutie
And she got a nice booty
These niggas be talkin' like bitches and Judy
Niggas gang real fruity
My niggas be rockin the Gucci and Louie
Thirty hangin out the True-y