Already Won
This ain't no average
This ain't no
This ain't no average
This ain't no average, it's bigger than that
Don't go off the map, man I go off the facts
Playing risky, had to go up to max
Trying to diss? You just don't like the flex
How can I not be proud after tripping to places and finding my ground when it's done?
I guess you're just minding your own in the business but you've still been seeking my funds?
Ay
God given talent, can't let go to waste
But this shit's my job ain't no fun, yeah
So many losses, I can't even count them
So I guess I already won, ay
You just want profit, but I am a prophet
The only child, the only son, ay
Had to go broke, paid out of pocket
They don't give, they only want
Had to go psycho
Universe had a typo
Made a verse in the cycle
Walk on the moon like I'm Michael
Don't step on my toes
Ride the beat but it's Marko
Walk in the park though
Left the keys, yeah we carpool
Hitman, no barcode
Only me, yeah I'm iso
I sleep in the night though
Mike T with the strike
High key with my life
A4 in the driveway
Used to be Mailloux I write for
Now it's me in the light
Took a turn it's a slight fold, but I peaked overnight
Overseas, seen too many places
Found peace in the sky
First class, been on too many flights
Casual sex, it was too many nights
Can't pick a hoe because there's so many nice
So many nice but not many wise
They're watching my life, there's too many eyes
I don't like my women with too many guys
Had to go psycho, too much advice
This ain't no average, it's bigger than that
Don't go off the map, man I go off the facts
Playing risky, had to go up to max
Trying to diss? You just don't like the flex
How can I not be proud after tripping to places and finding my ground when it's done?
I guess you're just minding your own in the business but you've still been seeking my funds?
Ay
God given talent, can't let go to waste
But this shit's my job ain't no fun, yeah
So many losses, I can't even count them
So I guess I already won, ay
You just want profit, but I am a prophet
The only child, the only son, ay
Had to go broke, paid out of pocket
They don't give, they only want
This ain't no
This ain't no average
This ain't no average, it's bigger than that
Don't go off the map, man I go off the facts
Playing risky, had to go up to max
Trying to diss? You just don't like the flex
How can I not be proud after tripping to places and finding my ground when it's done?
I guess you're just minding your own in the business but you've still been seeking my funds?
Ay
God given talent, can't let go to waste
But this shit's my job ain't no fun, yeah
So many losses, I can't even count them
So I guess I already won, ay
You just want profit, but I am a prophet
The only child, the only son, ay
Had to go broke, paid out of pocket
They don't give, they only want
Had to go psycho
Universe had a typo
Made a verse in the cycle
Walk on the moon like I'm Michael
Don't step on my toes
Ride the beat but it's Marko
Walk in the park though
Left the keys, yeah we carpool
Hitman, no barcode
Only me, yeah I'm iso
I sleep in the night though
Mike T with the strike
High key with my life
A4 in the driveway
Used to be Mailloux I write for
Now it's me in the light
Took a turn it's a slight fold, but I peaked overnight
Overseas, seen too many places
Found peace in the sky
First class, been on too many flights
Casual sex, it was too many nights
Can't pick a hoe because there's so many nice
So many nice but not many wise
They're watching my life, there's too many eyes
I don't like my women with too many guys
Had to go psycho, too much advice
This ain't no average, it's bigger than that
Don't go off the map, man I go off the facts
Playing risky, had to go up to max
Trying to diss? You just don't like the flex
How can I not be proud after tripping to places and finding my ground when it's done?
I guess you're just minding your own in the business but you've still been seeking my funds?
Ay
God given talent, can't let go to waste
But this shit's my job ain't no fun, yeah
So many losses, I can't even count them
So I guess I already won, ay
You just want profit, but I am a prophet
The only child, the only son, ay
Had to go broke, paid out of pocket
They don't give, they only want
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Writer(s): Sina Sanaei
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