WIN

The mic is, is a bit loud
Lemme see if I can turn it down
Ok

(Lighter flicks)

Yeah

(Inhale)

Tell me what it takes win
Do I gotta go to jail
I got too much on my plate
I ain’t going back for bail
Shawty told me that she loves me
She was fucking him aswell
Guess it’s my fault for putting trust into a girl
Man I grew up with some snakes
Swear I grew up with some fiends
Swear I grew up chasing money
I just started chasing dreams
Take a walk in my life
I can show you what I mean
Bitches fucking for a cheque
Niggas killing for that cream

I sit up plotting on revenge
I watch the sun go down
Tried to take me from my mother
Man these streets so foul
I saw my friend inside that coffin and if fucked up my brain
Had to touch him just to let him know I’m feeling his pain

Tell me what it takes to win
Do I gotta rebel
Do I gotta cop a 49 a fill it with shells
He had so much potential but he died in the trap
Use to pray for a foreign now he’s riding a herse
And it hurts
When your day one turns to a snake
Just wanna see you elevate
You wanna blow out brains
In the rain
Was selling mud
Thought I never would change
Got my mind on my money
Heart filled up with rage

Tell me what it takes to win
Do I gotta meet my fate
Looked my killer in eyes
I could see he was afraid
Stab wounds and gun shots for that young boss
At his viewing couple niggas that he double crossed
Momma slumped over his coffin
You can hear the screams

Use to beg my mum for Nikes now we taking Flights
Couldn’t sleep without the lights
Never picked my fights
I’m still thankful I survived
All them prison nights

Shawty went and said she love me
Couldn’t say it back
It’s funny how they only love me when you give them racks
It’s funny how I only love her when she throw it back
It’s funny how they say they got you but its never that

Tell me what it takes to win
I just wanna find my peace
Put my re-up in a business
Cause I’m fed up of the streets
In this S-350 cutting thru the Middle East
With my Ahk Waheed
He keep calling me Habeeb
Ever since I was a teen
I had triple beam dreams
I’m addicted to this money
I’m addicted to this lean
I’m in the studio
But she just thinks I’m always out in the trap
Money calling ima holler you back