I Gotta Win (Outro)
I gotta win I can't lose
I come from nothing what bout you
We was broke didn't have Nothing
We use to wear each other shoes
I went to school and broke the rules
Aye don't run up I keep it tool
I told my momma pray for me cause yo baby he gone shoot
Niggas ain't real no more
Go to court they snitch on your bro
No cape naah nigga ain saving No hoe
Get money all day these niggas know
I'm screaming Bak Doe I'll fuck your hoe
We came from the bottom fasho
Straight from the gutta yeah Straight from the trenches yeah
Straight from the block we was Selling that dope
Niggas don't know cause I'm so Lowkey
But I had that stick
Run down on em just give me that shit
Bad lil bitch she gone get this dick
Jay 5 nigga wassup my G that's My brother and shit
He my twin my slime I want Change on jit
Bitch bad as hell no make up on
These niggas fake they cap they Falugue
Been getting money no cap in These raps
Been fuck her no cap she tap
Pour deuce in my Fanta I be sippin mud
Heart colder than a bitch ain't No fuckin love
Been in my bag for ah minute
Young nigga straight out the trenches
I'm tryna see me a milli
Tell her get out her feelings
Cause I'm gone ain coming back you silly
Smoking color purple ain talking celi
I gotta win I can't lose
I come from nothing what bout you
We was broke didn't have nothing
We use to wear each other shoes
I went to school and broke the rules
Aye don't run up I keep it tool
I told my momma pray for me cause yo baby he gone shoot
I come from nothing what bout you
We was broke didn't have Nothing
We use to wear each other shoes
I went to school and broke the rules
Aye don't run up I keep it tool
I told my momma pray for me cause yo baby he gone shoot
Niggas ain't real no more
Go to court they snitch on your bro
No cape naah nigga ain saving No hoe
Get money all day these niggas know
I'm screaming Bak Doe I'll fuck your hoe
We came from the bottom fasho
Straight from the gutta yeah Straight from the trenches yeah
Straight from the block we was Selling that dope
Niggas don't know cause I'm so Lowkey
But I had that stick
Run down on em just give me that shit
Bad lil bitch she gone get this dick
Jay 5 nigga wassup my G that's My brother and shit
He my twin my slime I want Change on jit
Bitch bad as hell no make up on
These niggas fake they cap they Falugue
Been getting money no cap in These raps
Been fuck her no cap she tap
Pour deuce in my Fanta I be sippin mud
Heart colder than a bitch ain't No fuckin love
Been in my bag for ah minute
Young nigga straight out the trenches
I'm tryna see me a milli
Tell her get out her feelings
Cause I'm gone ain coming back you silly
Smoking color purple ain talking celi
I gotta win I can't lose
I come from nothing what bout you
We was broke didn't have nothing
We use to wear each other shoes
I went to school and broke the rules
Aye don't run up I keep it tool
I told my momma pray for me cause yo baby he gone shoot
Credits
Writer(s): Dedrick Tyus
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