Win It
Ay man
Sometimes you just gotta
Go after what you want homey
Cause ain't nobody
Gon hand you nothing
Only the real hustlers
Gon feel this one
Nah mean
Lyrical locksmith
Exact opposite of average
Imma addict
The best at it never rest at it
Money on my attic
That's money on my mind
My hunger never subsides
I live in the buffet line
Divine right you gotta fake it
Said a prayer for patience
God thank you for the haters
All they do is motivate us
On a mission to provide
You just tryna survive
I'm just tryna see
A hundred mill before I'm 35
I move money in my sleep
Imma beast on a beat
My daughter gotta eat
And she ain't bout to do it cheap
Boothville legend
Sure as Turner is a reverend
I'm just hoping my obsessions
Don't keep me outta heaven
Plaquemines's Puffy Combs holmes
I'mma get my shine on
Even real niggas over here get lied on
But you just as synthetic as nylon
Yo team ain't on the level mine on
EPNU nigga
I keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Me and Dave made it
Out the boondocks
It was all a dream
And now I'm on ya boombox
Grinding til it's no more
Punching time clocks
Entrepreneur til they put me in a pine box
Yea you know
I'm all about that lettuce
Put it on the line
I'mma deliver like Fedex
You caught me in my stride
I guess it's just not ya time
My flow is Usain Bolt
Y'all light-years behind
Just follow my lead homey
You gon be just fine
You say you need eight
Well I'll bring ya back nine
The true definition
Of what you lacking
They sleeping on Rollz
Like a mother fucking mattress
I ain't acting
Plaquemines's Puffy Combs holmes
I'mma get my shine on
Even real niggas over here get lied on
But you just as synthetic as nylon
Yo team ain't on the level mine on
I thought you knew nigga
I keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Sometimes you just gotta
Go after what you want homey
Cause ain't nobody
Gon hand you nothing
Only the real hustlers
Gon feel this one
Nah mean
Lyrical locksmith
Exact opposite of average
Imma addict
The best at it never rest at it
Money on my attic
That's money on my mind
My hunger never subsides
I live in the buffet line
Divine right you gotta fake it
Said a prayer for patience
God thank you for the haters
All they do is motivate us
On a mission to provide
You just tryna survive
I'm just tryna see
A hundred mill before I'm 35
I move money in my sleep
Imma beast on a beat
My daughter gotta eat
And she ain't bout to do it cheap
Boothville legend
Sure as Turner is a reverend
I'm just hoping my obsessions
Don't keep me outta heaven
Plaquemines's Puffy Combs holmes
I'mma get my shine on
Even real niggas over here get lied on
But you just as synthetic as nylon
Yo team ain't on the level mine on
EPNU nigga
I keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Me and Dave made it
Out the boondocks
It was all a dream
And now I'm on ya boombox
Grinding til it's no more
Punching time clocks
Entrepreneur til they put me in a pine box
Yea you know
I'm all about that lettuce
Put it on the line
I'mma deliver like Fedex
You caught me in my stride
I guess it's just not ya time
My flow is Usain Bolt
Y'all light-years behind
Just follow my lead homey
You gon be just fine
You say you need eight
Well I'll bring ya back nine
The true definition
Of what you lacking
They sleeping on Rollz
Like a mother fucking mattress
I ain't acting
Plaquemines's Puffy Combs holmes
I'mma get my shine on
Even real niggas over here get lied on
But you just as synthetic as nylon
Yo team ain't on the level mine on
I thought you knew nigga
I keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
Keep my head up the sky is the limit
Right from the beginning
I knew I was meant to win it
Imma represent
For my niggas til I'm finished
After this paper we dream chasers
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Writer(s): Royce Billiot
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