Lyrics:
I be losing every second but I still be winning
Post a story telling people how I'm feeling
I feel lost
Drown in my abyss or drown in sorrow there no
on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
that's a fact
A hundred yards from the winning post
The horse fell down must have seen a ghost
But there's a place where I still win
That is still my
songs imma post them
I stay winning thought I already showed them
Haters on my dick like a trojan
I don’t talk to snitches that’s on foenem
If I’m writing
out on the racetrack, you get spurs dug in your cheeks
You'll see a winning post in the distance that you'll never reach
And there's a hole in
brothers really with it
I'm supposed to boast
Dbn really, really winning
We post and post
On the gram, follow thick bitches
Gang do the most, creating,
you learn
There is no point in counting up the cost
So raise your glass up to the ones who lost
‘Til they return home to the winning post
There is no
I'm like Lolo on the laps, how I'm runnin' the track
Only time I see a L's on the luxury tax
And my whole team winning
Post a pic, just because, they
at break-neck speed,
See me coming down the street with the winning post on the pillion seat.
Oh! Come along and see me riding in the T.T. race
Come along
lord, for the good two hundred guineas.
The saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings.”
Past the winning post, bold Skewball proved quite
Look like I deliver post
I been winning everyday, yes I'm busy with it
Pretty one from far away, and she silly with it
This year I'm doubling up, all my
that nice whip
Yo it's a trip how life got me trippin to the coast
Wifey caught my gaze still today I rock that winning post
Make the most of every
at the winning post
So there's nothing I can postpone
Fixing my things,tired of being broke
Coping without copying though
This crown is not fit for all
If hip hop
seems from the winning post some jump high into the sky
It was said they carried that Devon Loch look in their eyes When up close when up close
They
live up here, the winning post
Ooh, ahh splash, baby, pull up on a jet ski
Let me take that pain off, baby, will you let me
Ooh, ahh splash, baby, pull
on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
grinning
Will you be there at the post
When I aint winning.
Hey, black or white
Good and bad
How many times have I done this and done that
Every life
don't read The Post
Unless your skin's winning, then I do it just to fucking boast
With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most
I'm all over this
to describe that
I just left but a nigga wanna drive back
And post up chilling we winning both of us
Can’t fight the feeling when I be drilling you gone love it
flow with the holy flow make you see the holy ghosts
Big money that's all i know, bills stacking the floor, grinding my hope
The streets my main post
percipite
Nothing to lose if they keep on winning
Like the post, maybe pin it, keep the planet spinning
We need more than compromise, it's like fixing
be winning
Cuz when i post my talent that's when they start grinning
I never really gave a fuck about the little shit
That post me on your story
Been making hits since day one
How you talk shit but ya shit don't say nun
Just know my limit, I don't toast, I don't post
My winnings got coats for
been scuffling with my pride
And my pride been winning, yeah
And your post came so timely so I know you're sneak dissing, yeah
I know I be acting like I
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