Lyrics:
With you by my side people call me Mr. Winner
Sunday nights I be seeing you (seeing you)
By Monday night I be missing you (missing you)
Passing by
They told me haters ain't liking it
I told them that ain't whats on my
Mind when I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and never did fold
Played my PlayStation games
Graffiti on plain paper can express my pain
Keeping it real for pretty much an average
I got picked on a little bit by
I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothin' is ever obtained
Introverted but I'm
my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
I know you don't want change
But nothing is ever what it used to be
Grab the rope, hoist yourself up
With a copy in head
Comforted by lions
decided by joy but rather the heightened experience of feeling as a whole
cs it goes joy came with sadness
Success came with struggle
With violence
Look, people ask me what the future is
All I know is I'll be doin' this
All I know is things are moving quick
That's convenient for me 'cause
with your severed heads like it's tennis,
Buy a bottle of champagne in Venice.
But that ain't the fuckin' premise,
N-N-N-N-N-Nigga kill this faggot,
Eat
ain't by your side my eyes be blind
Yeah
These people be the ones that talking
You never by my side you blocked and
And every time I ain't by your side
can
Smell it on her breath
Mommy never used to drink so I
Know it's 'cause my daddy's gone
And my mommy, she gets lonesome by herself
I sure get
topic that I can touch
I'm alright but feel unhappy, 'cause I just can't see my future
Used to dream to be reborn somewhere else and skip the torture, but
up
Guess it be about time that I really gotta pick up
Yeah my glass be empty but it ain't gotta fill up
And the track ain't over I can still hit
There'll be no more mistaking where I've set my sights,
I ain't no pretender 'cos it's mine by rights,
I'm Jock the singing welder and the 'cetylene
at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don't go acting anti on me
It's Mr. Epps in the bank, I
is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish
is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish
pocket full of cards, I'm a referee
Ain't it funny how this money that I'm gettin'
Came from fuckin' PA's like I'm sleepin' with a secretary
Secondly,
Me, I got on my grind and see I had a son
We used to smoke weed and
Knock money by the tons
This was way before we was playin' with guns
And ain't no
Future
I Can Be Your Teacher
Be Your Proffessor... Write Down This Lecture
You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework
I Can Be Your Tutor
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
future (yeah, Lil Pump)
I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
Shit (yeah, yeah)
You ain't got shit (yeah)
You ain't
Bet ill be the only rapper who ain't gotta poppin' song, Coi Leray
I don't play this shit, you shake your ass again upon a stage
And claim you made it
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