Always Gon Win
Yea
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
I know I'm gon' win
The way that I stack, and I flip on these lames should be a sin
Every time that I leave her house, I'm leaving that girl with a big grin
She like how I stack it up, the way I do it should be a sin
I got so much weight on my shoulders, I felt that way ever since I was six
I was listenin' to Triple Six, smokin' a blunt, or a spliff
Everyday I like to get high, make a song, repeat, then dip
Wanna say that I be tryin, but really it's a gift
I lay low every time, and every time I never miss
Don't tell me no lies, don't wanna hear your lips
Don't care if I die, we all bigger than this shit
Hold yo fist real high, we gon' get through all this shit
We gon' get through all this shit
We gon' get through all this shit
(Just hold on)
We gon' get through all this shit
(I swear to god)
We gon' get through all this shit
Yea
Now I'm back at it, I'm winnin' again
I just pulled up to my show, and I'm always gon' win cause I did it again
I got a fat bankroll, them 100's, and 50's, they all comin' in
Drugs be takin' control, man, I swear they be too slick
I treat em like a hoe, but they here whenever I'm sick
I been sick like my whole life, so I'm looking for that medicine
(That medicine)
(That medicine, yea)
(I'm boutta sin)
(I'm boutta sin, yea)
(I'm boutta win)
(I'm boutta win, yea)
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Yea
Aye
Aye
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
I know I'm gon' win
The way that I stack, and I flip on these lames should be a sin
Every time that I leave her house, I'm leaving that girl with a big grin
She like how I stack it up, the way I do it should be a sin
I got so much weight on my shoulders, I felt that way ever since I was six
I was listenin' to Triple Six, smokin' a blunt, or a spliff
Everyday I like to get high, make a song, repeat, then dip
Wanna say that I be tryin, but really it's a gift
I lay low every time, and every time I never miss
Don't tell me no lies, don't wanna hear your lips
Don't care if I die, we all bigger than this shit
Hold yo fist real high, we gon' get through all this shit
We gon' get through all this shit
We gon' get through all this shit
(Just hold on)
We gon' get through all this shit
(I swear to god)
We gon' get through all this shit
Yea
Now I'm back at it, I'm winnin' again
I just pulled up to my show, and I'm always gon' win cause I did it again
I got a fat bankroll, them 100's, and 50's, they all comin' in
Drugs be takin' control, man, I swear they be too slick
I treat em like a hoe, but they here whenever I'm sick
I been sick like my whole life, so I'm looking for that medicine
(That medicine)
(That medicine, yea)
(I'm boutta sin)
(I'm boutta sin, yea)
(I'm boutta win)
(I'm boutta win, yea)
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Writer(s): Juan Negrete
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