Win or Lose

You know, if shit hit the fan
How you going to react

I'm sitting in my living room, contemplating my interlude
Yet, resumed my writing, I'm liking what this new feeling do
I wonder why they call it spelling, is it 'cause it's magical
Maybe I'm just overthinking, shouldn't be this natural
I go to sleep and wake up, thinking bout how to connect
Every line to my audience, a line in accordance with
The universal laws to make sure I avoid the naughty list
In partnership with God, but I fell a few times
Listen, it's bound to happen when you striving for greatness
I lost relations with some relatives I thought was the greatest
I can't let it slow me down though, that would be a clown move
Catch me outside 'cause I do not do the loud rooms
Loud tunes blasting through my speakers keep me company
I write to them, praying that one day you remember me
Revel this, I lost a few battles but still I'm on my feet
Shoutout Weyland Beats, a beast, this one is for the streets

It feels good when the people that love you
Can pick you back up even when you don't want to
You either left stuck, tell me what are you going to do
What are you going to do, you win or you going to lose (Oh no)
Oh no, Oh no,
Oh no, Oh no
It feels good when the people that love you
Can pick you back up even when you don't want to
You either left stuck, tell me what are you going to do
What are you going to do, you win or you going to lose (Oh no)

I can sell you oxygen after taking your breath away,
Yes I wrote this on yesterday, now my focus you pressing play
Must be a better way to capture attention without the mentions on Instagram, my goodness
I know the crowd is looking
I'm showing up at every occasion to spit a verse or two, just to show that I'm versatile
Still I couldn't get through to you, as if brick walls built into ear canals
I bet you niggas hear me now, loaded clip with them verbs and nouns
I said loaded clip with them verbs and nouns,
I shoot me up a sonnet to kill a beat, then dig up the ground
To plant a seed, I'm hoping these thoughts seep in your conscious
I promise to keep it honest, my nigga just keep recording
Most of us just sleeping regardless if eyes are open
I close mine to find me a cold line for the audience
A dream that I've targeted, knocking down these walls with it
I don't need luck, my hard work said fuck a quarter flip, nigga

It feels good when the people that love you
Can pick you back up even when you don't want to
You either left stuck, tell me what are you going to do
What are you going to do, you win or you going to lose (Oh no)
Oh no, Oh no,
Oh no, Oh no
It feels good when the people that love you
Can pick you back up even when you don't want to
You either left stuck, tell me what are you going to do
What are you going to do, you win or you going to lose (Oh no)