Winners Never Lose
In my most humblest tone
I got to express the thoughts that I really feel
Like how I ain't caught a buzz yet but most of the people feel me still
What's up I.E I'm finna show em what's really real
And get bigger than our county, don't begin to doubt to doubt me
Ever since I was younger I had the fly people around me
Aka my big brothers the only ones who could clown me
How are we even on this topic when people are drowning
Who are we?
Houston we got a problem it's hurricane Harvey
How is obesity real when people are starving
That's alarming to me
I'm a god father M.C
My father drove a Harley
Not the bike the F150 Ford truck
What I say on microphones finna get me a tour bus
Cause I ain't take no shortcuts
So my success is inevitable
My status is creditable
My flow is incredible too
Yeah I invented the cool
I feel I'm never gon lose
I feel I'm never gon lose
My mind is an engine
My thoughts are the pistons
My drive got keys in the ignition
Listen
We all got problems and run into friction
But that don't give your ass permission to be whining and bitching
Just take notice to where you put your attention
Don't carry evil intentions
Just learn how to make better decisions
I learned how to make shit happen with the lack of the proper equipment
I've been on top of my shit since I was a kid and
Give a fuck if you don't like me
Boy friends they wanna fight me
Girl friends they wanna Skype me
They perceive me so highly
Always sending me smiley's
I'm the Osiris like Miley
I don't take kindly to liars
I'm a survivor
Of this spiritual ware fare, my soul is on fire
I feel like being a writer
Made me a pariah
Certain days I'm getting high just thinking of Myra
Rest In Peace to her and Nadine
They died way too young Nov 19
Now driving drunk became something I'm more aware of
I still remember days of us back at Kucera
Or at Myra's quinceñira
Where I would talk to Ritchie
Thinking how he died last year keeps fucking with me
Tell Jesus I'm sorry and I hope he forgives me
For all the stupid shit I get in
Ready for Armageddon
Ready to get ascended to heaven like I was Enoch
Boy I let the streets talk
Yeah I got that heat rock
You gone miss the train if you waiting by the kiosk
Shout outs to Jesus
They tell me chill up on the god talk they'll confuse you for a Christian rapper
We live in a different chapter
Because listen to what you're saying to me
God gave me this gift you sound insane to me
Skittle hair color book rappers they look the same to me
Swerve to the top, these fuckers opened a lane for me
Which is not a Gimmick or something that you can market
That's my heart and my spirit the author poet the artist
With crop like a harvest
The ambient sky looking scarlet
In the whip with a shorty who keeps spilling weed on my carpet
Buying houses sounds smarter than renting apartments
You could bet your bottom dollar
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
Graduated carter but I feel like I'm smarter
Than somebody who went to Harvard
And graduated with honors
I feel like a walking proverb
The power to prosper
Is in my favor, just check out my posture
I look proper
This shit is for unity
Not just Latin communities
Nothing that they can do to me
Legend is what I'm soon to be
Soon you'll see
We all shine like it's jewelry
Cuban links between you and me
Until they write out our eulogy
I don't sell houses but I live in the realest state
California that's exactly where the winners stay
I renegade
They Been afraid
I penetrate
Through any hate
When life hands me lemons I make lemonade
Minute Maid
I'm a true visionary
More private than the USA military
I Map out my itinerary
It's kinda scary
How this generation is having all of these sentimental Tinder babies
I remember barely
Of days that I was preparing
This vocal cord cemetery
I feel like It's legendary
Rialto we legendary
Fontana we legendary
Leave it to the inland empire
To kindle my fire
Cause I'm inspired
I know what I want
Yeah, I know what I want
Happiness, Success, that's the type of shit I'm on
I know I'm gonna make it
I know I'm gonna make it
Ima pull up in that foreign
For the times I put my all in
And y'all ain't bout to stop me from doing me cause
Winners never lose and losers never win
Winners never lose and losers never win
No no, they never win
Winners never lose and losers never win
I got to express the thoughts that I really feel
Like how I ain't caught a buzz yet but most of the people feel me still
What's up I.E I'm finna show em what's really real
And get bigger than our county, don't begin to doubt to doubt me
Ever since I was younger I had the fly people around me
Aka my big brothers the only ones who could clown me
How are we even on this topic when people are drowning
Who are we?
Houston we got a problem it's hurricane Harvey
How is obesity real when people are starving
That's alarming to me
I'm a god father M.C
My father drove a Harley
Not the bike the F150 Ford truck
What I say on microphones finna get me a tour bus
Cause I ain't take no shortcuts
So my success is inevitable
My status is creditable
My flow is incredible too
Yeah I invented the cool
I feel I'm never gon lose
I feel I'm never gon lose
My mind is an engine
My thoughts are the pistons
My drive got keys in the ignition
Listen
We all got problems and run into friction
But that don't give your ass permission to be whining and bitching
Just take notice to where you put your attention
Don't carry evil intentions
Just learn how to make better decisions
I learned how to make shit happen with the lack of the proper equipment
I've been on top of my shit since I was a kid and
Give a fuck if you don't like me
Boy friends they wanna fight me
Girl friends they wanna Skype me
They perceive me so highly
Always sending me smiley's
I'm the Osiris like Miley
I don't take kindly to liars
I'm a survivor
Of this spiritual ware fare, my soul is on fire
I feel like being a writer
Made me a pariah
Certain days I'm getting high just thinking of Myra
Rest In Peace to her and Nadine
They died way too young Nov 19
Now driving drunk became something I'm more aware of
I still remember days of us back at Kucera
Or at Myra's quinceñira
Where I would talk to Ritchie
Thinking how he died last year keeps fucking with me
Tell Jesus I'm sorry and I hope he forgives me
For all the stupid shit I get in
Ready for Armageddon
Ready to get ascended to heaven like I was Enoch
Boy I let the streets talk
Yeah I got that heat rock
You gone miss the train if you waiting by the kiosk
Shout outs to Jesus
They tell me chill up on the god talk they'll confuse you for a Christian rapper
We live in a different chapter
Because listen to what you're saying to me
God gave me this gift you sound insane to me
Skittle hair color book rappers they look the same to me
Swerve to the top, these fuckers opened a lane for me
Which is not a Gimmick or something that you can market
That's my heart and my spirit the author poet the artist
With crop like a harvest
The ambient sky looking scarlet
In the whip with a shorty who keeps spilling weed on my carpet
Buying houses sounds smarter than renting apartments
You could bet your bottom dollar
I'm on it
I'm on it
I'm on it
Graduated carter but I feel like I'm smarter
Than somebody who went to Harvard
And graduated with honors
I feel like a walking proverb
The power to prosper
Is in my favor, just check out my posture
I look proper
This shit is for unity
Not just Latin communities
Nothing that they can do to me
Legend is what I'm soon to be
Soon you'll see
We all shine like it's jewelry
Cuban links between you and me
Until they write out our eulogy
I don't sell houses but I live in the realest state
California that's exactly where the winners stay
I renegade
They Been afraid
I penetrate
Through any hate
When life hands me lemons I make lemonade
Minute Maid
I'm a true visionary
More private than the USA military
I Map out my itinerary
It's kinda scary
How this generation is having all of these sentimental Tinder babies
I remember barely
Of days that I was preparing
This vocal cord cemetery
I feel like It's legendary
Rialto we legendary
Fontana we legendary
Leave it to the inland empire
To kindle my fire
Cause I'm inspired
I know what I want
Yeah, I know what I want
Happiness, Success, that's the type of shit I'm on
I know I'm gonna make it
I know I'm gonna make it
Ima pull up in that foreign
For the times I put my all in
And y'all ain't bout to stop me from doing me cause
Winners never lose and losers never win
Winners never lose and losers never win
No no, they never win
Winners never lose and losers never win
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Writer(s): Edgar Zamora
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