Going To Win Lyrics

(Sick)

Sick

I'm tired of losing, I sort through the wreckage

My hands keep on bruising

Sick

I'm so done with choosing, which vice I'm abusing

To get through the day, and I'm

Sick

I'm gonna make it out

I fucking swear, I fucking promise

Only one way to the top bitch

I could take my time to teach you

But I know you ain't gon' rock this

Only one thing on my mind

A couple months I'm out this block bitch

Every time I take a loss

I swear I get like five more wins

Ima stack it for myself

Ain't got no bitch, ain't got no kids

Ima keep it to myself after all the work I done did

Man I know I'd live a lonely life

Ever since I was a kid, huh

Sick

I'm tired of losing, I sort through the wreckage

My hands keep on bruising

Sick

I'm so done with choosing, which vice I'm abusing

To get through the day, and I'm

Sick

Know it's lonely at the top

But it's lonely at the bottom

All the same you gon' get rocked

I'm still sticking to my guns

It's laser focus, gotta lock in

Now my only friend my Ruger

'Cause I still can't find my Glock bitch

I know I got big talk

But I never plan on stopping

Ima get up out this bitch

First thing I do when that guap hit

When I'm highest in the building

Overlooking all that mob shit

Bitch I'm really gonna do this

Ain't just bars for this bop shit

Sick

I'm tired of losing, I sort through the wreckage

My hands keep on bruising

Sick

I'm so done with choosing, which vice I'm abusing

To get through the day, and I'm

Sick

Tired of losing, I sort through the wreckage

My hands keep on bruising

Sick

I'm so done with choosing, which vice I'm abusing

To get through the day, and I'm

Sick