WINNER

You, me, or nobody is going to hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward How much you can take and keep moving forward That's how winning is done Bitch, I'm a quitter, sike nah I'm a winner I'm still a beginner to this fucking music Taking it serious, I'm finna go furious I'm pushing a Charger no fast and go furious Going delirious, got me no topic Going outside, just to pop it Playing this game and it's really called bop it Boy started runnin and i'm Notti Boppin Jelly a Savage, he finna go pop it Look at designer, he gonna go cop it I'm trying to see some niggas bodies dropping 7/6/2 is a time that I'm dropping .762, it got these bodies dropping How you making a good song and you flop it My songs gon be hits I'ma really start popping Money racking my checks they just be stacking, because of one song it's called pistol packin', my passion is rapping I knew from the jump that I ain't gonna front, Imma stick to my grind and i'm never gonna stop F*ck a bitch Imma chase a motherfucking bag, I'ma run with the mac, and im never gonna lack, pistol packin' hitting on his pack this shit wack Shout out to my niggas that got me to rap Leland, he my dawg you the reason I rap I stopped for a bit, cause I lost all my flow I was moving around, tryna rap to a ho I told that bitch if it was good, she said no And you're broke damn I got fucking pissed, so I got me a beat I jotted some lyrics and rapped like a beast Keep doing this shit now, I feel like I won In the club and I'm throwin all the ones Bitch, I'm a quitter, sike nah I'm a winner I'm still a beginner to this fucking music Taking it serious, I'm finna go furious I'm pushing a Charger no fast and go furious Going delirious, got me no topic Going outside, just to pop it Playing this game and it's really called bop it Boy started runnin n i'm NB Jelly a Savage, he finna go pop it Look at designer, he gonna go cop it I'm trying to see some niggas bodies droppin' 7/6/2 is a time that I'm droppin' .762, it got these bodies droppin' How you making a good song and you flop it My songs gon be hits I'ma really start poppin' Money rackin' my checks they just be stacking, because of one song it's called pistol packin', my passion is rapping I knew from the jump that I ain't gonna front, Imma stick to my grind and i'm never gon' stop F*ck a bitch Imma chase a motherfucking bag, I'ma run with the mac, and im never gon' lack, pistol packin' hitting on his pack this shit wack Shout out to my niggas that got me to rap Leland, he my dawg you the reason I rap I stopped for a bit, cause I lost all my flow I was moving around, tryna rap to a ho I told that bitch if it was good, she said no And you're broke damn I got fucking pissed, so I got me a beat I jotted some lyrics and rapped like a beast Keep doing this shit now, I feel like I won In the club and I'm throwin all the ones