No Claps For The Winner Lyrics

Get well soon hater

Proof that this game never changed? Look at this

What you tryna be? Broke and righteous or filthy rich

We crabs in a bucket, the latter'll kill me quick

Funny how some people don't matter but still exist

When you got the answers, they prolly watching ya paper

Coming from the jungle, that feeling second nature

It's a homie in ya circle disgruntled that's next to hate ya

He gotta play it cool till it bubble, expect it later

Some niggas only saying you bomb in case you blow

So when time keep ticking, they distancing on the low

The numbers adding up, the difference is that I know

And now we in attendance, won't clap when you rock the show

I'm not a rapper in a range, I'm a rapper with some range

The script what they stuck to gotten actin' all the same

It's my time, the wrist got 'em saying dame!

He say he wanna ball, the risk got 'em playing games

If you knew better, you'd do better

All this capping in this new era

Watch what happens when you do sweat her

She acting like she gotta shoe fetish

You lose merit soon as you choose credit

Listen, I'm buzzin' now I probably send your bitch a rose

With a letter to let her know that Cinderella even chose

She circle yes or no while you was spinning with ya bros

They say you balling when you winning with the pros

The rollies come in green boxes, he ain't waste a minute waiting

I seen it sold and bought again by niggas imitating

Know when ya currency is time, some niggas spend it hating

And when the work ain't good as mine, they'll just pretend it's greatness

When the topic is hustling

Sometimes some things are not for discussion

Like how I trust God and seen niggas die over nothing

While his lady in the kitchen with a child in the oven, GOD