For The Win

[Verse 1: Cuddy Mac]
Give me that
What's real, I'm really that
If Meek Mill can bring pot
Then I guess that I'm bringing Biggie back
'Cause who gon' bring hip-hop to my city back
Most of y'all shitty
And the rest of y'all really whack
I mack but I really rap
'Cause racks won't bring me racks
Like ass won't bring me cash
And if she did I'd prolly pass
In fact I'm a lyricist
When I rap I build pyramids
Say hello to the payroll
We killin' 'em 'til they killin' 'em
Hustler of the millennium
Couldn't tell you how I feel
2012 shit's real I'ma kill 'em all every year
Fuck advice from my peers
I don't have too many friends
'Cause niggas get jealous when your bitch badder than his
And your whip faster than his
And that shit you actual spit is the shit you actually live
Do it all in my crib
And I could take advice
But actually I'ma chill
But just know that it's real
Whenever them niggas give it to me

[Verse 2: JL]
I'm with a crew of gentlemen
With us minus degenerates
Who must display ignorance
But they honestly innocent
They usually nonviolent but don't come at me with any shit
Know that if I gotta pull out my wallet I'm spendin' it
My cup stay full
I'm always try'na finish it
I ain't try'na pull
'Cause me and my baby killin' shit
These hoes won't give up it's so inconsiderate
Know that you here in the MO when you enter it
I'm really not for throwin' the dough, for the showmanship
I'm flauntin' top and stackin' it slow, I'm thinkin' own the shit
I been the coldest with proper owners stay hittin Mardi Gras with my homie Jonas and Pocahontas I'm on a floatin' ship
Dipped as a pimp
Smokin' the highest grade
If life is a bitch
I'ma fuck her today
Drink from the fountain of youth
And piss it on your parade
Watch when I pull the pin
I'm a fucking grenade
Real niggas do what they want
Suckas do what they can
My lady ain't from Japan
Like homie she low Asian
I run with the Asian mafia they know me as fam
I swear that the other day I was smokin' with Jackie Chan
Talked about how to profit and never be broke again
This philosophical talk is the realest conversation
If you handling business my nigga then lock me in
I'm wreckin' the Colosseum I'm goin' in for the win

[Hook: JL]
Live in the moment
We all die in the end
It's crowded at the bottom
We all try'na get in
They say our chances to make it are paper thin
But I never listen to them
I'm goin' in for the win
Really though
We're really low
And really close
Get plenty dough
Get to the top
And really pose
We're centerfolds
We finna do what we really pose
We center stage
Let's stand up high
We in this hoe

[Verse 3: Cuddy Mac]
I go in like I didn't have to knock
Couldn't find the key to life so I had to break the lock
And I'm not gon' stop
So I don't never look at clocks
And my watch don't tick move swift when it tock
And a bitch ain't got shit to do with my money
So shit'll prolly get ugly if she tell me that she love me
But I don't want no problems
Give me that yeah I got 'em
If I say it then I mean it
So it really ain't an option

[Verse 4: JL]
To be exact
I'm the nigga that reenact
Develop the swag from scratch
Give me that if I gotta snatch
Gettin' [?] the biggest star on the map
These heads gon' get addicted
I happen to be the crack
Oh you think outside the box
Introduce you to Cuddy Mac
We twisted them back to back
We're lifted you'll need a ladder
Got tunnel vision we livin' you suckers don't even matter
Untouchable comfortable with the flow
I'm here forever