I'm Winnin'
Yeah this is J.A.E
Reppin Mighty E.N.T
Done clicked up wit The Winners
Izzo Inc
And we need our trophy
It's about to go down
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm back and I'm ready
Hold tha beam steady
Watch on chill like a yeti
This gun I equip
Wins championships
Turn a fuck nigga head into confetti
Jealousy is real loyalty is rare
Trust no bitch only if you dare
Being rich the American dream
Get a money machine
Put some coke on a triple beam
Fuck Reggie Miller fuck Reggie Bush
Fuck every Reggie I only want the Kush
The weed I smoke it gotta be green I'm bias
Mirror mirror on the wall said I'm the flyest
Get dumb get hit with that stick
This Ruger gone spit wit a very low kick
I stash old money like the shit senile
The wheels on my lac got a Colgate smile Yeah
So get ya mind right
Keep ya whip tight
Cause if ya ain't ridin right
U ain't rappin right
This conversation you can take to the brain
I claim a new gang
But the game remains the same
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm winnin I'm a winner
Big glock nine I'm a shoot it at a sprinter
Whip that work on tha stove let it simmer
All this muthafuckin ice got me colder than December
She said I fucked em I don't remember
Izzo playin point well I'm a play tha center
Or I can be Mufasa and Izzo be lil Simba
Put tha pistol to a muthafukas head like a trimmer Yeah
I'm winning
You losin
So far ahead of ya I can start cruisin
Me fallin off yea that's an illusion
You don't chase the bag boy I find that shit amusing
We do it big pop bottles for the celebration
Bye hater this a rich nigga dedication
Luxury is what a gold digger see
Infatuated but I remain sucker free
Levitate great gas keep my eyes low
On go make moves like a pro
Everyday I pray lord cleanse my sins
Remove fake friends
And I win again and again.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
Reppin Mighty E.N.T
Done clicked up wit The Winners
Izzo Inc
And we need our trophy
It's about to go down
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm back and I'm ready
Hold tha beam steady
Watch on chill like a yeti
This gun I equip
Wins championships
Turn a fuck nigga head into confetti
Jealousy is real loyalty is rare
Trust no bitch only if you dare
Being rich the American dream
Get a money machine
Put some coke on a triple beam
Fuck Reggie Miller fuck Reggie Bush
Fuck every Reggie I only want the Kush
The weed I smoke it gotta be green I'm bias
Mirror mirror on the wall said I'm the flyest
Get dumb get hit with that stick
This Ruger gone spit wit a very low kick
I stash old money like the shit senile
The wheels on my lac got a Colgate smile Yeah
So get ya mind right
Keep ya whip tight
Cause if ya ain't ridin right
U ain't rappin right
This conversation you can take to the brain
I claim a new gang
But the game remains the same
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
I'm winnin I'm a winner
Big glock nine I'm a shoot it at a sprinter
Whip that work on tha stove let it simmer
All this muthafuckin ice got me colder than December
She said I fucked em I don't remember
Izzo playin point well I'm a play tha center
Or I can be Mufasa and Izzo be lil Simba
Put tha pistol to a muthafukas head like a trimmer Yeah
I'm winning
You losin
So far ahead of ya I can start cruisin
Me fallin off yea that's an illusion
You don't chase the bag boy I find that shit amusing
We do it big pop bottles for the celebration
Bye hater this a rich nigga dedication
Luxury is what a gold digger see
Infatuated but I remain sucker free
Levitate great gas keep my eyes low
On go make moves like a pro
Everyday I pray lord cleanse my sins
Remove fake friends
And I win again and again.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin.
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
On top every since the beginning
I'm winnin
I'm winnin
Prayed up but I keep on sinnin
Credits
Writer(s): John Hobson
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