Winslow

Aye yo B. Young this shit is fire boy Uhhh Uh huh Bouta go in Phife Maestro Sometimes we go thru the motion To make sure that we focused The negatives they embolden Like the words that was bolder The emphasis they put on us Acting as if they still own us Misdirected education still my biggest opponent But my chest done got bigger Filled with smoke from all these swishers And this ganja so potent That green genie grant my wishes Reflect on all these pictures Seeing all success Even though I jumped out of windows Like Mario on Nintendo The bowsers searching and looking The get away my crescendo But I shall not pretend though Sometimes this life is in limbo And I gotchu a tip bro don't get so high you can't get low Uhhhh A wins a win no matter what If you win fast or win slow Word to Steven even Stefan couldn't keep Urkel's Winslow In life we never rest We always want more success And we keep on our vests and fill our heads with knowledge Back to the verse I'm well rehearsed Nice with the words you're dead You're riding in a hearse Your homies got dispersed Shouldn't have been fucking with the team You made us pick up our beams Hit you straight in your bean This is aggressive it seems but it's not It's just life The things you go thru in the streets Pray for my niggas cause they will be who they have to be Still serving in the field But not picking cotton Got a ton Gotta a gun Gotta run I'm so done A wins a win no matter what If you win fast or win slow Word to Steven even Stefan couldn't keep Urkel's Winslow In life we never rest We always want more success And we keep on our vests and fill our heads with knowledge A wins a win no matter what If you win fast or win slow Word to Steven even Stefan couldn't keep Urkel's Winslow In life we never rest We always want more success And we keep on our vests and fill our heads with knowledge