Winnin Ft. Lil Poppa
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Mommy, India got the beats
I just sent some paper to my nigga, he did a favor for me
I just made a play and fed the hood, I know them niggas love me
Two glizzys in the whip, don't even trip, boy, you ain't taking nothing
My mama and your mama know each other, that don't make us cousins
That don't make us brothers
Really, nigga, that don't make us nothing (don't make us shit)
You been on that block all day, and you ain't making nothing (don't make us shit)
I don't like to do a lot of talking, rather carry these Percs hard (real talk)
But got some niggas out there 12, catching plays for me
This how you live when you winning, nigga (how you live)
This how you live when you winning, nigga (this how you live when you win)
E'rything bad from the cars to the bitch (from the cars to the bitch)
They fucking with a thug, showing love to the realest (showing love to the realest)
And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga (play like we ain't came)
And they know we came from the trenches, nigga (they know we came)
Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
One call to the city, be a whole lot of killing (be a whole lot of killing)
Fella, murder on my mind all the time
If you ain't sliding, bitch, don't even hit my line, how you slime?
Nigga, who you body for that title?
Cut off half the body on the rifle, that's a mini, shoot plenty
Let it run its course until it's empty
This fetti seem to fertilize the envy, my hoodie a lil' dingy
I been in the trenches, don't you hear me?
Fuck, I look like working at a Dennys?
Stones in the homie kidney
Told him fall back on the sipping
Who gon' take care your daughter and siblings? But he ain't listening
Nah, niggas fighting demons, no, for real
I believe in God, blood, but we gon' go to Hell
This how you live when you winning, nigga (how you live)
This how you live when you winning, nigga (this how you live when you win)
E'rything bad from the cars to the bitch (from the cars to the bitch)
They fucking with a thug, showing love to the realest (showing love to the realest)
And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga (play like we ain't came)
And they know we came from the trenches, nigga (they know we came)
Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
One call to the city, be a whole lot of killing (be a whole lot of killing)
I been waiting for the summer, I been grinding all winter
I can't pull up to your show if a chopper ain't in the Sprinter
A thirty piece around my neck, and it got diamonds all in 'em
Put a twenty on your head and you'll be gone before dinner
Deposit for the center, break 'em off for the rental
Ask my teacher what it was, she said, "Reading is fundamental"
I know I don't fit in, ain't no love for the sinners
You supposed to spin a bend on a nigga who killed your nigga
That's off the dribble
We gon' bleach your residentials where they knock a nickel
When them crackers get to knocking, keep it confidential
Dope fiend 'nem told me that they got potential
Nigga threw it all away and started popping thizzles
This Skydweller fucking off your presidential
Advise you not to go against us in the given smoke
Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat
Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat
This how you live when you winning, nigga (how you live)
This how you live when you winning, nigga (this how you live when you win)
E'rything bad from the cars to the bitch (from the cars to the bitch)
They fucking with a thug, showing love to the realest (showing love to the realest)
And don't play like we ain't came from the trenches, nigga (play like we ain't came)
And they know we came from the trenches, nigga (they know we came)
Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em
One call to the city, be a whole lot of killing (be a whole lot of killing)