Winners Circle

First off need more champagne
Toast up, know we did our damn thang
This the type of love that they'll kill for
This the type of love they can't fake
Second off, know we had to set it off
To get it all, know we had to bet it all
This the type of love you can't waste
Me and all my dawgs out the cage

Westside, Warren Ohio
Its where Im born and made
Thirty one years later, let the champagne raise
We done made the main stage
And its time for me to pour up
Celebrating wins, betta drink till ya throw up
Went from waiting in line
Now they wait for me to show up
Fresh shaved face,
Looking good for my close up
Everybody toast up
The drinks on me
I had to get it, how I live it
Wasn't shit for free
My mamma named me David
Yea I a king to be
Nightmares of being broke
Made it hard to sleep
One hundred miles and running
Imma dog to sheep
Somebody gotta lead
And the others will follow
We can see through the fakes
Like ya lies is hollow
Never nervous bout a threat
Stay equipped with hollows
Use to sip on the bottles
Drink away the pain
Now we sip on them bottles
Cause its part of the phase
Of how we celebrating wins
With cigars and shades
Sunsets at the beach
As I party with babe
While y'all still saving hoes
What a part of ya cape
I had to upgrade the crib
Cause my dogs need space
See the trials I faced
I had to learn from my sins
Made it up from the bottom
While I lost some friends
I had to write my story
Never lost my pen
I Never lost my limbs
And kept it ten toes down
I might of took some L's
But I was in those rounds
Go on and tilt my crown
All glory to God
Kyly told me to finish
I had to snatch the lob
In the history books
Like whoa, Black Rob
I've been given the nod
Traded skills with the best
I've been down every rode
I done walked every step
So what good is the stress
You must inherit the joy
Financially stable
Change the life of my boys
Memories of my past
Hard times never last
This is something I know
So homie stand up tall
And get a drink in ya glass
This one for the toast
This one for the winners
Who out here doing the most
Never needing to boast
Or wasting time to brag
Gotta stay with the scheme
Gotta squeeze the bag
Use to sip on the bottles
Drink away the pain
Now we sip on them bottles
Cause its part of the phase
Of how we celebrating wins
With cigars and shades
Sunsets at the beach
As I party with babe

Baby represent like its nine nine
How you holding that, with that waistline
Know you want it now, you don't waste time
Want it bad too, do this Facetime
Bout to catch my flight, I'm on the way
Surfboard, gotta catch a wave
Know I'll let you get it, if you bae
Price tags never in the way



Credits
Writer(s): David Harsch
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