L’s & W’s

[Chorus]
Every day, I'm racing for a check
Put the money over everything except my respect
Loyalty is everything, treat it like a strap
Keep applying pressure, keep your feet up on they neck
Keep a tight circle, man, don't let too many in
Make sure everybody 'round you wanna see you win
If you take an L, better take it on the chin
'Cause honestly, the losses, they prepare you for the wins

[Verse 1]
Middle fingers to the doubters
Wе been on a mission for the money and power
Tony Snow said thе world was ours
Touching so much dirty money, think I need a shower
Even when I'm sleep, I can hear the money counter
Having bad dreams, fiends tweaking off the powder
Keep a small circle, we don't do no bad encounters
Ain't no broke hoes or no lames 'llowed around us
Allergic to the squares and the scoundrels
Yeah, that's no joke
We fuck bad bitches, all them hoes throat GOATs
All them hoes getting to a check
And if they talk foul, I'll give that ho a tech
Kick her out the game, trade her ass for a vet
This a franchise
But if she bless this dick, she get baptized
This how we do it in the circle
Good vibes only with the business, never personal

[Chorus]
Every day, I'm racing for a check
Put the money over everything except my respect
Loyalty is everything, treat it like a strap
Keep applying pressure, keep your feet up on they neck
Keep a tight circle, man, don't let too many in
Make sure everybody 'round you wanna see you win
If you take an L, better take it on the chin
'Cause honestly, the losses, they prepare you for the wins

[Verse 2]
I was on the S block tryna get a sack off
Now I'm on the interstate, hundred grams of fentanyl
Ran into the plug, every since, I ain't fell off
Ain't met a bitch yet who wouldn't let me get a nut off
Bitch tried to cuff me, sorry, no cuffing
Nigga tried to tax me, I ran off with an onion
I can get it off, man, this phone jumping
Before a nigga know it, I'll be up another hundred
They calling me the GOAT 'cause the streets, not the rap shit
You ain't hear 'bout Simon? Them niggas really clap shit
Or probably 'cause I started in the basement, now I'm platinum
I don't go to sleep, but it's a hundred in the mattress
Really in the trenches, ran it up like it was easy
Told 'em I'ma come up, but them bitches ain't believe me
Forty with a stick, this bitch remind me of Reese
A million streams on Spotify, now them niggas need me

[Chorus]
Every day, I'm racing for a check
Put the money over everything except my respect
Loyalty is everything, treat it like a strap
Keep applying pressure, keep your feet up on they neck
Keep a tight circle, man, don't let too many in
Make sure everybody 'round you wanna see you win
If you take an L, better take it on the chin
'Cause honestly, the losses, they prepare you for the wins