For The Win

Willie burgers and Johnny rockets
Harlem is lit they outta pocket
Costume jewelry they gotta stop it
Career dead put ya own face in a Locket
Profit

Road to riches all G rap
80s baby
Navy avi crazy The king back
Fast life women to fast Cars
Whole life changed
I pulled the black card

Rose from the dirt can take it that far
Back
To oversized Mecca to the phat farm
Run the charts we talk pie talk
StockX in my crib
I talk Fly talk

Sly talk
I'm who the street
Chose
Account like A year worth of
Stimmy's On hold
500 bands they talk goals
Ours in the millions
I Got em in they feelings

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning

Cartier's on in the summer
Prolly the latest jays
Every time I step in them buttas
I need a Oakland A's
New era switchin the bottom
I'm sticking to the greys
Weed niggas makin me mad
I'm going back to haze

What we doin
It's i brought the vet back
Figure if I give em his roses
He a respect that
Love him an he crossing that line
You gotta check that
But look you ever told on a nigga u can't
Correct that

Dice game talkin this money
But never bet that
Throwing all that dirt on her name
And never hit that
Shorty ate me up in the water
I can't forget that
Wanted more time then my daughter
I wasn't wit that

Thick rope chains
And the bucket I'm going 80 flow
If she ever gave me some head
Don't try to play me tho
Instagram showin me love
I need the radio
AP ain't got a diamond It cost 80 tho

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning

Block that I rep they know I claim Mine
Chain shine
Watches I own they know it's
Dame time
Trailblazing em at the same time
New York City I rep Same state of mind

Outta yours I'm in my prime
Seasoned vet
Whenever the stakes high
Love pressure it made power
Earned my respect suggest give me My flowers

Pink rose match the Royce
Off white go with the union's
Don't confuse him
Family affair what a reunion
Style I birthed so proud look
At my juniors

Grey brim go wit the mesh
Patch wit the stitching
Harlem still get it
We winning
Harlem still get it
We winning

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning

Gold bottles and gold ceilings
Main goal try to get a million
Audio crack the block still top
Dealing
Still got em they feelings
We winning



Credits
Writer(s): James Smith
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