how to win a fight Lyrics

I pray to the lord everyday

But he turns a deaf ear my way

Only celebrating mediocrity

Get the numbers, fuck the art, it's sodomy

I shouldn't say that, I guess it's sort of mean

I mean I'm not sorry 'bout my honesty

What sells makes mils, pop pills pay bills

You catapulted to the top, now it's all downhill

But fuck that

It's none of my concern

What's that?

They waiting for they turn

To throw stones at a wall, sittin on top

Laughing as they pray like religion on my downfall

My name's doing rounds, it's a little cool

You look like a fool, I can't entertain

Cuz my hands are full

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen

Cut you off like I cut my hair

Don't get in the cab if you can't pay the fare

A whole year or a single day

Really don't care, really don't fuck with you that way

All these bitches got a lot to say

Look me in the eye and say it in my face

Put some respect on my hand when you're shaking it

Cuz that's the closest that you get to ever making it

People say I blow them away

The bodybag is just a blow away I'd say

It's a funeral, murdered brutally

Tell your friends to write a little eulogy

Get my name out your mouth

You thought it was a castle

But you're living in a fucking glass house

I really hope that you're not alone

I fight to win, and I'm coming at it with a bag of stones

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen

One hands got the fat rings

One hands got the pen

Put 'em both together when I pray

For patience, amen