| You have to eat the dream
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| You have to sleep the dream
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| You have to dream the dream
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| You gotta touch
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| You have to see it when nobody else sees it
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| You have to feel it when it’s not tangible
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| You have to believe it when you cannot see it
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| You gotta be possessed with the dream
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| Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
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| Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster
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| As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
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| I’m the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap
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| When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
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| So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
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| Fuck 'em
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| New jewelry, new whips on the way now
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| Brr, brr, that’s yo bitch on the way now
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| Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
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| Stand up nigga, I can never lay down
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| Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
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| Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us
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| Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
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| Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome
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| Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
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| Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish
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| Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it’s still lit
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| Streets calling and they said they want some real shit
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| Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
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| I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
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| Half a milli' last week, you would’ve thought I was touring
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| Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
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| They ain’t know I was different, I’m like «Lord be my witness»
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| 'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
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| Get a pigeon, do division, break it down on my niggas
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| Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain’t see the vision
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| When I had a foreign I ain’t see them bitches
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| So I’ma ball on 'em
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| Magic City, let it fall on 'em
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| And all my niggas stayed down with me
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| Know I be there if they call on me
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| Yeah!
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| My nigga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week
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| Even my momma know how I’m rocking, I go on them streets
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| Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
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| Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it’s beef
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| We bring the war, I just wanna shine like my Rollie
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| Put in all this time that they owe me
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| Made it to a nine and we litty
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| Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh
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| Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches (Trenches)
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| Top of the food chain, head of commission ('Mission)
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| We wackin' niggas without permission ('Mission)
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| Never was personal, it was business (Brrrrr!)
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| Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
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| Couldn’t tell me shit when I was broke
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| Fuck they gon' tell me now?
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| I’m running round
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| Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds (Brrr!)
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| If it was «Fuck them niggas» then
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| It’s fuck them niggas now, fuck 'em!
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| Never change on my roll dawgs
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| 'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
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| Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
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| These niggas said I wouldn’t make it like I told y’all
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| Ahh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wins & Losses , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп