Winners Table

Winners table you can't eat with me
Used to hate now they believe in me
None of the fake love deceiving me
Checks coming in so exceedingly

Never nervous; I don't miss
If they gimme a shot
Imma swish
Black suburbans for the whip
And you know that we came with the tints

I'm a different breed
Animal
What a beast
Eyesight keen
Peep the salt, from across the street
My boys in em deep
Talking knee high
They got blood on they denim
No A Boogie but some of them bosses and workers
Putting work in
Cross em you turn to a stain
They detergent
They determined
They ain't playing around
They ain't spraying the ground
Streets is cold
Ain't no love in this town
Don't get put onna shirt for acting a clown
They ain't playing around
They ain't spraying the ground
But they in they bag alright
Zipped up tight

Winners table you can't eat with me
Used to hate now they believe in me
None of the fake love deceiving me
Checks coming in so exceedingly
Remember when my friends was leaving me
Now they beseeching me
(member when my friends was leaving me)
(now they beseeching me)

Sit back in laughter
If my life a book then this a good chapter
Intro was full of struggles, man I can't go back there
I'm simply focused on finer things
Finer rings
Diamonds, vvs, and all type of chains
Honestly care less for the clout or fame
I put things in a frame
My life is way too real shit is not a game
Rather be rich than have the fame
Y'all go for the opposite
What a shame
No type of sense of direction
No type of aim
Oh so lame
(Oh so laaaaame)

Winners table you can't eat with me
Used to hate now they believe in me
None of the fake love deceiving me
Checks coming in so exceedingly
Remember when my friends was leaving me
Now they beseeching me
Winners table you can't eat with me
Used to hate now they believe in me
None of the fake love deceiving me
Checks coming in so exceedingly
Remember when my friends was leaving me
Now they beseeching me



Credits
Writer(s): David Kadage
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