Gotta Win

GLAHH GLAHH I'm goin' in, cause I gotta win I be goin' through problems, a nigga be stressed Like, brody, just pass me a 10 So I won't think about that shit again She said she wan' f*ck, I said, when I heard you could die from a friend Had to stand up tall, had to pick up my chin Nowadays they don't move like ya mans She a throat goat, she don't use hands Tryna own some property and land We make a movie like it's on demand You don't want to see my right hand I won't hesitate, she suck my dick when I meditate Stop talking baby, come and demonstrate Shorty annoying, can't wait till we separate Light up his crib like Christmas, we decorate Then we dig off baby and accelerate I got a shooter, it look like he never ate These niggas and bitches you know they gon' renovate She love when I hit it and penetrate I'm a big dog and these niggas some featherweight Tryna put a hundred in a leather case Free bro, yeah he got another case Free Springfield, act tough then you get your wig peeled Praying hoping that he get a appeal Still hurt for some shit, I ain't heal I ain't copping that shit if it ain't sealed Nah, nah I ain't copping that shit if it ain't sealed Nah I'm goin' in, cause I gotta win I be goin' through problems, a nigga be stressed Like, brody, just pass me a 10 So I won't think about that shit again She said she wan' f*ck, I said, when I heard you could die from a friend Had to stand up tall, had to pick up my chin Nowadays they don't move like ya mans He was yelling out, ahhh when he ran He got shot in his head when I up it and blam Praying and hoping my gun don't jam, C DOT He got the Knox in his pants, (they ain't bout it) They only tough for the gram She want me to hit it and put it on cam Get off my dick, you moving like a fan G-Lock got kick, almost took off my hand C DOT that's me, I'm talking bout trust I've been that nigga, never had the bluff Don't talk out of line, baby, hush Hollon, I'm talking my shit, only saying it once Claiming you love me, left me in the dust Don't come to mi casa looking for a thrust I beat it up proper, she say I'm robust She keep calling for me just to pull up I'm a big dog, I'm not a bullpup Real recognize real, I got pushed up Product of the trenches, always stood up Used to do the things that niggas couldn't They used to tell me that I shouldn't I'm still good in every hood I stood in I done beat niggas up like I'm Popeye Why the niggas keep claiming they outside Posted on they block, not with the drive-bys Cake man exotics when I'm not high First pull got me feenin N' itchin to move He think that it's safe to come walk by Like f*ck that shit, I be on bullshit Why they talking, I emptied out full clips I be chilling out, all in the music Never cared what she been through Like, tell her get through it I pulled up like, baby, let's do it Now she quiet, turning up the music I know that he playing, he don't know what he doing That boy just a puppy, not smart enough Peeping your movement So you gotta move up Never pick a side, you gotta choose up He still riding on a scooter Like I'm goin' in, cause I gotta win I be goin' through problems, a nigga be stressed Like, brody, just pass me a 10 So I won't think about that shit again She said she wan' f*ck, I said, when I heard you could die from a friend Had to stand up tall, had to pick up my chin Nowadays they don't move like ya mans