In It To Win It (feat. Jay Gutta)
In it to win it you gotta get sick of taking Ls
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan
Don't go against the clan
I gotta make it out this hell hole, I got niggas on lock down, yea they up the road
The rest of my lil niggas on a tombstone
Im just tryna get on, tryna make it home
Wit a bad bougie bitch blowing up my phone
But she aint on the type of time that I be on
Get the pack get it gone rubberbands all hunnits
My lil niggas in the can say they got a pack for me
Trap jumpin, like a trampoline
Bands in my pants, im so fulla lean
I cant stand straight, im so fulla weed
Thinkin bout all my niggas wishing they was free
In it to win it you gotta get sick of taking Ls
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan, don't go
Against the clan
Jay Gutta came home we just waitin on Jmark
They tryna convict my brudda off some shit a nigga talk
My issuse is wit you niggas who say that you really raw
Bout my killers it aint no feelings we pull up and hoppin out
Taking no shit we goin pop that bitch you know we sliding,
Aint making no sense cant stop this shit you know we vibing
If my click see red then you know he dead cause we goin get violent
We take yo head better use yo legs nigga know how we rockin
We took way too many Ls thats the way we grew up
We kept a hammer for the nails they know we the screw ups
Aim at ya taco w the shells plan on wrapping you up
We bout to treat you like a sell plan on bagging you up
In it to win it you gotta get sick of taking Ls
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan, don't go
Against the clan
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan
Don't go against the clan
I gotta make it out this hell hole, I got niggas on lock down, yea they up the road
The rest of my lil niggas on a tombstone
Im just tryna get on, tryna make it home
Wit a bad bougie bitch blowing up my phone
But she aint on the type of time that I be on
Get the pack get it gone rubberbands all hunnits
My lil niggas in the can say they got a pack for me
Trap jumpin, like a trampoline
Bands in my pants, im so fulla lean
I cant stand straight, im so fulla weed
Thinkin bout all my niggas wishing they was free
In it to win it you gotta get sick of taking Ls
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan, don't go
Against the clan
Jay Gutta came home we just waitin on Jmark
They tryna convict my brudda off some shit a nigga talk
My issuse is wit you niggas who say that you really raw
Bout my killers it aint no feelings we pull up and hoppin out
Taking no shit we goin pop that bitch you know we sliding,
Aint making no sense cant stop this shit you know we vibing
If my click see red then you know he dead cause we goin get violent
We take yo head better use yo legs nigga know how we rockin
We took way too many Ls thats the way we grew up
We kept a hammer for the nails they know we the screw ups
Aim at ya taco w the shells plan on wrapping you up
We bout to treat you like a sell plan on bagging you up
In it to win it you gotta get sick of taking Ls
Put every penny on buisness stay on that paper trail
Young nigga living like its nothing you can take away
Promise all my niggas we goin make a way
Free all my niggas out the can, im stroking on this pistol while im holding down the land
Im jocin plenty niggas tryna show you im a man
You know that you a victim if you go against the clan, don't go
Against the clan
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Brock
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