You Win Some

[Verse 1: MOOSE]
When I spit it to y’all, I kick it real and hard
Keep it a hundred ten and make sure that you feel involved
So you could feel just how I felt when all of it went off
Fuck a rubber I hit it raw so you could feel it all
Every time I be thrusting, feel your heart beat and pumping
Keep you coming, gasping for air, go ‘head and breathe you something
Since it ain’t promised that we leave with something
Don’t worry what I’m getting
Me I lust em, never love em, stay OG, don't keep a woman
Bring the drums (keep it bumping)
Cue the strings (keep it running)
I know my blessings, I’ma get it I was promised I won’t leave with nothing
Homie I swear it, when I’m leaving this Earth
It’s going be up on both feet and never knees on the dirt
I lived and yeah I’ve lost, some things I’ve came across
I learned of things money just can’t afford
I know you win some and you lose some
I get it that’s just real life
But I’m working so I’ll never know exactly whatever that losing feels like

[Verse 2: MOOSE]
If you don’t like me sue me, I’m tryna live like a ‘90s movie
It had me dream pursuing, when not a team recruited
But since my dreams of college, was green and Fighting Irish
I soldiered on like Rudy, now IC3 salutes me
The nickname’s MOOSiE F and the F’s for franchise
First round picked me that high, bout to win by a landslide
They think we throwing gang signs, the pinky and the ring is just a fam sign
One more step and we bout to blow up landmines
You know I rep that 2NAI, Filipinos know we too real
Kanye made my blueprint, Zoolander gave me blue steel
A cancer damn I’m too ill, a bad bitch gave me the option red or blue pill
I told her give me whatever that makes you real
I been through all the bullshit
Loving got me high but she came up shorter than she Bushwick
I’m sick of tryna ride a stallion driving Mustang
I’m yelling fuck fame
All I wants a life where I don't have to sweep a dustpan

[Verse 3: MOOSE]
If I go hard, I’ll go far
Create a scripture, paint a picture every four bars
Cause you can’t finish what you don’t start
Always remember play your position with a whole heart
Try to be like Phil and never Joe Pa
Keep it trill with what my pen state
Only tell you everything I see because I can’t fake
Don’t stay too long regretting whatever you can’t make
No need to think it, just spill it all on ink until your pen breaks
If you do the damn thing, then they can’t hate
I get paid at my J.O, then put in work up on my day off
We ain't talking no playoffs, we play on
After I got laid off, it hit me that there’s more I need to play for
I lived and yes I’ve lost, everything I came across
You win some and you lose some, that’s what God you made for
Just keep it lit and burn, you live and then you learn
Until heaven’s gates open telling you that it’s your turn