Lyrics Heart of a Winner - Conejo, Mr. Shadow, Lil One

Heart of a Winner

Yeah I’m talking bout that shit that don’t…
Yeah I’m talk… talk.
talk.
stop
Yeah I’m talking bout that shit th…
Yeah I’m talking bout that shit that don’t let you stop
It’s so incredible the way that we were raised
No one do it like we did back in the day
It’s kind of funny how they say that times change
Shadow swoop me up once fresh outta the cage
We gave a fuck steady selling out the trunk
Give you that real shit for y’all to go and bump
No distribution, we mobbing at the swapmeet
We had no money, gave a fuck we didn’t stop G
Levi’s and a hoodie way before the Sam goody
Fucking with a white bitch, that lipstick on my woody
Chilling at the liquor store, paper off the acoustic
We still living wild, yeah that’s how the fuck we do shit
If you only knew the things that I’ve been through
Then you would know that I ain’t going nowhere soon
You really think that you can do the things that I do?
You better have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Yeah I’m talking bout that shit that don’t let you stop
It was on the west side homie
I was raised by felons
Sixteen living clean, off the shit I’m selling (yeah)
50 thousand out the seven-eight Cadillac
At 7 dollars a pop, ain’t nothing wrong with that
The youngest one with more game than a commentator
Your favorite rapper bites my style, cause I motivate ‘em
You overrate ‘em I’m knocking ‘em off their pedestal
It was nine-six signing titties in a record store
Let it soak in, I was born without a conscious
One man battalion, miss me with the nonsense
I upset the whole game with some new shit
I still see these foos going off my blueprint, bitches
If you only knew the things that I’ve been through
Then you would know that I ain’t going nowhere soon
You really think that you can do the things that I do?
You better have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Yeah I’m talking bout that shit that don’t let you stop
They were chasing a ghost, until they found me
They had agents all around me
Exile, you do the math
I have risen from the ashes, on the Phoenix I’m back
I’m a one man, navy army
Full metal jacket, ain’t no way you could harm me
Serio, I’m throwing stones of coke
Ese at the fiends, so they could smoke
I’m C-Loco, got them long term rhymes
Ese money drag ‘em down, it’s genocide
A possible kill, is all I know
I’m American made, with a Mexican flow
And I went from locked in a cage
To jump on a plane, to murking the stage
I guess that’s what Baja gave me
An outlook on life, homie it’s all gravy
If you only knew the things that I’ve been through
Then you would know that I ain’t going nowhere soon
You really think that you can do the things that I do?
You better have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Heart of a winner
Have the heart of a winner
Yeah I’m talking bout that shit that don’t let you stop