You Win Some You Lose Some

[Verse 1: Pdot O]
Uh, as the smoke clear, we still stand here
Nothing but heart, this how we gon' remain here
I pen words, hope it manifest to more dough
We in the kitchen, make it stretch so it's more dough
I cook food, a good dude with hood moves
I'm too cool, wait, open up the good book
Song 28, hear my cry
I can't live on my knees, shit I'd rather die (Yhii!)
Uh, they say you win some, you lose some
And in the streets you lose some when the tools come
I'm no angel, but I try Lord
Peep life from an angle of a drug lord
We sell coke it's crack, through the audio
I hope the hook, hook you through your snotty nose
Voice of a generation, I lead my nation
Fuck the calls of the segregation
Now I'm patient and I'm contemplating
Making music for the have nots, I come where we have not
Had to place a few thick stacks in my stash box
Stay woke, shit ain't easy out here
Niggas will take your life for a misly fifty out here
But damn, I guess you win some you lose some
Stay grinding pimp, until the food come
Drugs? Nah, shit I'm stable I don't do none
I'm heavy on the ***, fuck that let the *** run (Yhii!)
But there's a method to the madness, I hope you understand this
Inspiring hope is a must
(Shit I-Shit I) Shit I hope that I get mad rich
Lord, they say you win some you lose some
Fuck that, I hope I win some and lose none
This is God's work, this is God's time
I'm just an instrument, maneuver through the crack line

[Chorus: Angie Santana]
They say when you love something you gotta let it go
And if it should come back to you then you know
You win some you lose some
You win some you lose some
And if it should come back to you then you know
They say when you love something you gotta let it go
And if it should come back to you then you know
You win some you lose some
You win some you lose some
And if it should come back to you then you know

[Verse 2: Pdot O]
(Yeah)
Niggas is lazy, they predictable
Pass me a page, shit I'll show you what a pen will do
Introspection, rhythm and blues
My words never die cause I'm truly writing in the spirit, shuu!
Bob Dylan, Cobain in the physical
Sprinkle Rey Phiri in the mix, I'm a heavy dude
Fuck is you talking to? I'm a savage too
Stuart Baxter, let me show you how I handle Booth (Yhii!)
Man I'm sliding on these niggas
Skydive flow, man I'm gliding on these niggas
(Cheque first) Cheque first, talk the other way
I'm not a violent dude but my goons finna let it spray
Yeah, they say you win some you lose some
We lose kids when gangsters start to shoot guns
I'm the truth son, this is truth sung
Stay shining but jewels I don't do none

[Chorus: Angie Santana]
They say when you love something you gotta let it go
And if it should come back to you then you know (Oh)
You win some you lose some (You win some)
You win some you lose some (You win some)
And if it should come back to you then you know
They say when you love something you gotta let it go
And if it should come back to you then you know (Know)
You win some you lose some
You win some you lose some (Oh)
And if it should come back to you then you know

[Outro: Angie Santana]
Know
Know
Oh-oh-ooooh
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