| You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
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| When am I even good enough? |
| Acknowledge your friends
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| Sometimes things get broken and we argue again
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| Spent the last 20 minutes all inside of my head
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| I’ll explain it as takin' cash on culture from the poachers
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| Scopin' everything I have, ignorin' all the bullshit that made me mad
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| Killin' coral reefs, smoking weed too fast
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| Almost got skipped, bitch I read too fast, I don’t bleach my past
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| These are the titles G’s supposed to have, cold in the summer
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| Sweatin' bullets out on Flatbush Ave
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| Spirit like I got a platinum plaque, modern acrobat, the mass effect
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| I sharp shoot 'em, make them tap the mat, so accurate
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| We represent the illest seniors, small demeaners
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| Tellin' lies inside this room of cheaters
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| Even at the stage of a fetus, I reclaim to repeat this to all my demons
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| That’s pigeon-holin' your genius and feedin' right into weakness
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| How can he write his thesis? |
| He don’t believe in Jesus
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| Sweetness, I’m almost speechless, for our future, egregious
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| We gotta pick up the pieces shawty, I’m familiar with pain
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| Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
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| Do this thing by yourself, nothing is ever obtained
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| Introverted but I’m emergin' the spark to the flames
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| I won’t harp on a thing
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| I won’t causin' the blame, but it’s hard to obtain
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| I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash
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| Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag
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| Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big
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| Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig
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| I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash
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| Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag
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| Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big
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| Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig
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| A real friend’ll kill you if you asked him to
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| Instead of stabbing on the back of you
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| Just trying to get ahead
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| But you can’t spend a dime if you work yourself dead
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| We are so deep in love with the sinner but not the sin
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| How could she turn my king size into a waterbed? |
| Damn, I’m just sayin'
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| Kick her out the crib and scream, «Baby, come back»
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| Then kick her out again—I'm just crazy like that
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| Bitches fall in love with a nigga out of his mind
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| And I fall so deep into lust with a chick with a big behind
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| My ex left cause I ain’t got no hits
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| I heard her new boyfriend lumpin' her up with his fists
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| But hey, you got what you asked for, I’m petty as shit
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| That’s some food for thought, I let you do the dishes
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| I wanna see you winnin', I wanna see you get the cash
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| Wanna see you finish, don’t wanna see you wave the flag
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| Wanna see you try hard, wanna see you do it big
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| Bringing champagne home, 'long as I could get a swig
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| I’m Faizon with no love, give love with a golden glove
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| I’m the man with a golden gun, black man under golden sun
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| I’m shinin', Jack Nicholson, wishes where my nickels went
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| Kisses on my mistletoes, did I have a Christmas? |
| No
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| But I had a misses though, believe me, shoulda vacay’d in Tahiti
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| Wishing you were dyin' with me, sweet as hugs and diabetes
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| Leave me, love me, touch me, cut me, lustin'
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| Fuck me, busty, dusty, old and rusted
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| Baby, do you mind if I revise what’s in your mind?
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| You see my call declined because a certain point in time
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| I’m hopin' every line it hits like millimeter nine
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| You beggin' me to change, that is a penny to a dime
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| The realness in my spirit always gets you every time
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| Optimistic like Optimus, we ain’t even reached our prime
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| Roses are red and violence leads to violins
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| End of discussion, I hope that we could still be friends
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| Don’t take this shit for granted, I’m blessed just like my granny
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| Shout out my Uncle Mannie, hey, hi, I hope you winnin'
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| Gia, I hope you listenin'
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| And Tommy hold your head, man fuck your heart condition
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| Rihanna like my big momma, we call Penny Big Momma
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| She like a hundred years old, that’s a real old timer
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| Uncle Karl you in a better place
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| Just know the pictures that you took gon' live forever and a motherfuckin' day
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| Rest in peace Uncle Rob, we miss you, bless your heart
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| Rihanna and my grandmomma took me in from the start
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| Aunt Marie beatin' cancer, givin' everything she had
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| My cousin Calvin showed me swag, my cousin Hebrew showed me straps
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| Me and J used to hustle, he had that white, I had that green
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| Who got them pills? |
| We in Fort Greene, lil niggas on the scene
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| God had four knives, that’s one for each pocket
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| Gonna need nine lives if you get outta pocket
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| If I see cousin James, I’ll knock his eye out his socket
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| Diamante hold me down like I ain’t got a wallet
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| Rest in peace to my sweet great-grandma Grace
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| I wish my momma was alive, if I could see her face
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| My grandfather used to say when I fucked up
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| That I was just like my momma, tough love
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| I wish I could see my kid way more than I could
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| My baby momma holdin' grudges but the court will do good |