Winning
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You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin')
You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin')
You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin')
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin')
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I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin'
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin'
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin'
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin'
I'm from the trenches, I made it (ayy), that's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared, and I wasn't hatin', I was just dreamin', Glock with the laser (bah)
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros in grand mama's basement
See what we made (see what we made)
He play wit' us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (bah)
(Grrah) dog food, fentanyl
First - in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (skrrt-skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still gettin' money over there, I know they pissed off
Ayy, I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (nah), that's how I know that I'm winnin'
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin')
You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin')
You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin')
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin')
Ayy, winnin', winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin'
I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin'
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin'
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin'
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin'
You need some tree, let me tell Blanko (yeah), he send that - to your mailbox
I'm eatin' chicken, don't - with Tabasco, you know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em), they comin' home, causin' hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought (yeah), run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M, I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you), we way beyond locked in (locked in)
- sayin', "Free my lil' -" (what?), them boys ain't never tap in (not once)
Right now, I ain't buyin' no jewelry, Corona made me miss too many backends (damn)
But when this - open back up (open back up)
I'm goin' straight on my run (I'm goin' straight on my run)
Hit the ground, runnin' it up (runnin' it up), doin' nothin' but focusin' up on
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (what else?)
Winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?)
Winnin', winnin', winnin'
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin')
You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin')
You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin')
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin')
Ayy, winnin', winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin'
I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin'
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin'
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin'
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin'
I'm from the trenches, I made it (ayy), that's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared, and I wasn't hatin', I was just dreamin', Glock with the laser (bah)
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros in grand mama's basement
See what we made (see what we made)
He play wit' us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (bah)
(Grrah) dog food, fentanyl
First - in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (skrrt-skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still gettin' money over there, I know they pissed off
Ayy, I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (nah), that's how I know that I'm winnin'
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin')
You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin')
You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin')
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin')
Ayy, winnin', winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin')
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin'
I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin'
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin'
I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin'
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin'
You need some tree, let me tell Blanko (yeah), he send that - to your mailbox
I'm eatin' chicken, don't - with Tabasco, you know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em), they comin' home, causin' hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought (yeah), run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M, I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you), we way beyond locked in (locked in)
- sayin', "Free my lil' -" (what?), them boys ain't never tap in (not once)
Right now, I ain't buyin' no jewelry, Corona made me miss too many backends (damn)
But when this - open back up (open back up)
I'm goin' straight on my run (I'm goin' straight on my run)
Hit the ground, runnin' it up (runnin' it up), doin' nothin' but focusin' up on
Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (what else?)
Winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?)
Winnin', winnin', winnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Lennard Vink, Vincent Van Den Ende
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Post Traumatic
- Blow for Blow (feat. J. Cole)
- Blow for Blow (feat. J. Cole) - Single
- Detroit (feat. 42 Dugg) - Single
- Detroit (feat. 42 Dugg)
- Robbery 7 - Single
- Swear to God (feat. Future) [Sped up & Slowed Down] - Single
- Swear to God (feat. Future) - Single
- Suffer In Silence - Single
- Suffer In Silence
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