4 The Win
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
Remember Bear told me apply myself I fell off then I found myself
I'm proud to say these diamonds real some years ago I lied bout this
Used to have to hide my shit ain't want them hoes to doubt the kid
Now they tryna crowd the click just to be around that kid
My lil cousin called and told me she quit rapping
Gon be a B girl now she say she found her passion
I told her make it happen
Ain't shit out here but madness I hate you started trappin
I prayed you ain't get tapped in said you ain't that made me happy
You ever need me I ain't nothing but a call away
If they ever disrespect we get em up I don't dodge the fade
Been robbed know how that feel I still remember tryna dodge the blade
Stabbed me up left me there to die been through some harder days
Back up over mama house
Back pouring up lean up again
Cousin by the door twacked out his skull nobody sneaking in
Pistol close can't sleep again dying in my dreams and shit
Took a while before clean again we upped the score we ain't even shit
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
I don't give a fuck what's on now I'm still gon do my own style
Might fuck round buy a Nissan all murdered out don't chrome mine
I move off my own mind society don't get the chance
Youngun wit a old mind don't care who like my Instagram
I'm just tryna get rich again fuck it get a Benz again
V8 racing engine kit skurt off on them Michelins
Exes texting miss the dick dollar sign reply for em
It's a reason you ain't here for this and I left you behind for it
Glizzy on my waist I just put more up in the safe
I stayed out the way let everybody blow to see who stayed
Moved in silence like you posed to when you know you got a way
Made some appearances knew time was close and now they got my face
Now they amazed at how I did it
It's like I played em in position
Knew when I made Anyone wit me
Now peep who stayed and how they winning
Now they amazed at how I did it
It's like I played em in position
Knew when I made Anyone wit me
Now peep who stayed and how they winning
Told you I'm different
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
Remember Bear told me apply myself I fell off then I found myself
I'm proud to say these diamonds real some years ago I lied bout this
Used to have to hide my shit ain't want them hoes to doubt the kid
Now they tryna crowd the click just to be around that kid
My lil cousin called and told me she quit rapping
Gon be a B girl now she say she found her passion
I told her make it happen
Ain't shit out here but madness I hate you started trappin
I prayed you ain't get tapped in said you ain't that made me happy
You ever need me I ain't nothing but a call away
If they ever disrespect we get em up I don't dodge the fade
Been robbed know how that feel I still remember tryna dodge the blade
Stabbed me up left me there to die been through some harder days
Back up over mama house
Back pouring up lean up again
Cousin by the door twacked out his skull nobody sneaking in
Pistol close can't sleep again dying in my dreams and shit
Took a while before clean again we upped the score we ain't even shit
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
I don't give a fuck what's on now I'm still gon do my own style
Might fuck round buy a Nissan all murdered out don't chrome mine
I move off my own mind society don't get the chance
Youngun wit a old mind don't care who like my Instagram
I'm just tryna get rich again fuck it get a Benz again
V8 racing engine kit skurt off on them Michelins
Exes texting miss the dick dollar sign reply for em
It's a reason you ain't here for this and I left you behind for it
Glizzy on my waist I just put more up in the safe
I stayed out the way let everybody blow to see who stayed
Moved in silence like you posed to when you know you got a way
Made some appearances knew time was close and now they got my face
Now they amazed at how I did it
It's like I played em in position
Knew when I made Anyone wit me
Now peep who stayed and how they winning
Now they amazed at how I did it
It's like I played em in position
Knew when I made Anyone wit me
Now peep who stayed and how they winning
Told you I'm different
Should've known they'd be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Yeah
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us I'm on my shit yeah
And I keep going up going up
I Keep going up going up
Phones blowing up I'm bout to change my shit again
I got plenty showing love but only few really my friends
This for the win
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Writer(s): Matt Movin
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