[Verse 1]
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up, if you fucking [?], look
Shit get tough but pick a hustle, flip your struggles, niggas know the vibes, aye aye
Get the fuck away, I fly away and wait by aye
I know a place where we can float away and help you blow away your great skys
Push in the back, kush in the backwood, don't get pushed in the back, pushing me backwood, from the front to the back
Ain't no killers get realers, drug dealers with millers, the milligram in the pill
[?] feel it, ain't no stop I'm the realest
I'm from the bottom my nigga but got up out it, no doubt about it [?]
Penthouse at the top of the building, I'm talking big old window, big old benzo
Try on luck with me, the bullet come out fast
The clip glow in slow, I'm sick old skitzo
You tricking ahead hoes, I stick to the scribt bro
Shit on that bitch like big in the skit bro, I'm bigger than 6"4
I don't sip lean but I lean like a nigga hit the switch in the 64
I'm rich bro, broke rich, but shit tho, dog shit aye
Ann't no pic, no phone, no flash, look bitch I'm in a whole zone
Look, nigga sounding like my old clone
I been waiting for a beat that I can coast on
Get it popping and locking on niggas like I'm old zone
Look, baby girl said I'm so wrong
And this time she crying to the top lung, 'cause I got money calling me on both phones
[Chorus]
My brothers left me stranded when they could've helped
They took so much of me I barely recognise myself
All I got is me that's why feel beside myself
I've been through so much pain I still surprise myself
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, yeah
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, yeah yeah
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, I am a winner, yeah
I'm not a priest, I'm not a saint, far from a sinner, yeah yeah
Get the fuck up, get the fuck up, if you fucking [?], look
Shit get tough but pick a hustle, flip your struggles, niggas know the vibes, aye aye
Get the fuck away, I fly away and wait by aye
I know a place where we can float away and help you blow away your great skys
Push in the back, kush in the backwood, don't get pushed in the back, pushing me backwood, from the front to the back
Ain't no killers get realers, drug dealers with millers, the milligram in the pill
[?] feel it, ain't no stop I'm the realest
I'm from the bottom my nigga but got up out it, no doubt about it [?]
Penthouse at the top of the building, I'm talking big old window, big old benzo
Try on luck with me, the bullet come out fast
The clip glow in slow, I'm sick old skitzo
You tricking ahead hoes, I stick to the scribt bro
Shit on that bitch like big in the skit bro, I'm bigger than 6"4
I don't sip lean but I lean like a nigga hit the switch in the 64
I'm rich bro, broke rich, but shit tho, dog shit aye
Ann't no pic, no phone, no flash, look bitch I'm in a whole zone
Look, nigga sounding like my old clone
I been waiting for a beat that I can coast on
Get it popping and locking on niggas like I'm old zone
Look, baby girl said I'm so wrong
And this time she crying to the top lung, 'cause I got money calling me on both phones
[Chorus]
My brothers left me stranded when they could've helped
They took so much of me I barely recognise myself
All I got is me that's why feel beside myself
I've been through so much pain I still surprise myself
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, yeah
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, a winner, yeah yeah
I am a winner, a winner, a winner, I am a winner, yeah
I'm not a priest, I'm not a saint, far from a sinner, yeah yeah
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