WIN (feat. Dave East)

Oh shit Derby Uh, huh huh Too many, too many Trying to win, uh Too many losses All my life, I had to fight like Sophia But it's me versus me so the whole time I'm getting beat up Feeling like I am on the same boat that rocked Aaliyah It's ironic as I lay my head my dream is just to be up I been on the motherfucking edge nigga push me, (please) push me I bet you ain't gonna do it You smell that? What's that? I smell pussy Niggas hating cuz I'm where they could be But six feet under is where I should be Nobody understood me Thinking about my old ways I used to throw the hands Gave a f*ck bout young or old age Close cuts and low fades Polo shirts with no name All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain What the f*ck is fentanyl? Blunts was laced with cocaine Chinese food for supper, orange chicken and some lo mein Niggas pockets full, but got the hottest bitch, with no game I know OG's that's still trapping at their old age Shit I'm just trying to win I'm not trying to be like them We took too many losses look at all the bread we spent Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit (top my shit) Shout out to Derby Just trying to win Uh, huh huh Too many, too many Trying to win, uh Too many losses Smoke like I smoke nigga Whatever Woah, pressure This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit Nine to fives wasn't hiring that made us rob shit Crown Fried for dinner you know wing and a thigh shit Mama bought us clothes, our reaction, it's not no fly shit With five dollars, that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit Sitting in class nodding off, I was on some high shit I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience Them shots started clapping like acne how they broke out Hard to see us, tent no less than five percent when we roll out If I got it I split it with family, I don't hold out Police investigating bout action that I don't know bout Couple bodies done got straightened like a blowout I ain't never been there they just told me that shit sold out Her nose sniffing, she start acting different when the coke round Used to front back when they had it Fast forward niggas broke now I'm just trying to win I'm not trying to be like them We done took too many losses look at all the bread we spent Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit It's mother fucking 2024 and I'm bout to grind nigga Uh, huh huh Too many, too many Trying to win, uh Too many losses Whatever Woah, pressure