WIN Lyrics

The mic is, is a bit loud

Lemme see if I can turn it down

Ok

Yeah

Tell me what it takes win

Do I gotta go to jail

I got too much on my plate

I ain't going back for bail

Shawty told me that she loves me

She was fucking him aswell

Guess it's my fault for putting trust into a girl

Man I grew up with some snakes

Swear I grew up with some fiends

Swear I grew up chasing money

I just started chasing dreams

Take a walk in my life

I can show you what I mean

Bitches fucking for a cheque

Niggas killing for that cream

I sit up plotting on revenge

I watch the sun go down

Tried to take me from my mother

Man these streets so foul

I saw my friend inside that coffin and if fucked up my brain

Had to touch him just to let him know I'm feeling his pain

Tell me what it takes to win

Do I gotta rebel

Do I gotta cop a 49 a fill it with shells

He had so much potential but he died in the trap

Use to pray for a foreign now he's riding a herse

And it hurts

When your day one turns to a snake

Just wanna see you elevate

You wanna blow out brains

In the rain

Was selling mud

Thought I never would change

Got my mind on my money

Heart filled up with rage

Tell me what it takes to win

Do I gotta meet my fate

Looked my killer in eyes

I could see he was afraid

Stab wounds and gun shots for that young boss

At his viewing couple niggas that he double crossed

Momma slumped over his coffin

You can hear the screams

Use to beg my mum for Nikes now we taking Flights

Couldn't sleep without the lights

Never picked my fights

I'm still thankful I survived

All them prison nights

Shawty went and said she love me

Couldn't say it back

It's funny how they only love you when you give them racks

It's funny how I only love her when she throw it back

It's funny how they say they got you but its never that

Tell me what it takes to win

I just wanna find my peace

Put my re-up in a business

Cause I'm fed up of the streets

In this S-350 cutting thru the Middle East

With my Ahk Waheed

He keep calling me Habeeb

Ever since I was a teen

I had triple beam dreams

I'm addicted to this money

I'm addicted to this lean

I'm in the studio

But she just thinks I'm always out in the trap

Money calling ima holler you back