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momma know I regret it
And it's all out of anger and no nun of it I meant it
I can never let you close to me
Now we finally winning and we happy how it's

Stir it up, spin it (Mmm)
Wait a minute (Wait)
See us winning ou, see us winning
Stir it up, spin it (Mmm)
Wait a minute (Wait)
See us winning ou,

Humour gets very confusing my friend
At least 3 layers of irony more, before I'll be laughing
And it's just amusing, winning or losing, doesn't

goal from the 30 yard line 
They forget to add seven yards for the snap 
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way back 

In 1974,

I just seen ya post up ya favorite picture
Instagram I’m double clicking
Had to see another picture just to know I’m fuckin witcha
It's a lot

world know im winning
Pack up and hit the road
Just watch from my lenses
Cant wait till the sold out shows
Ima get hot any minute
I tell my life in posts

Put me on your TV screen
So they can see a black man winning
Another black man winning
Shine your light on me
Shine your light on me
But they rather

Imma rockstar, pull go carts
I'm playing cards imma king with no heart
I don't post songs, I Just post art
She said my gang are animals Noah's ark

Do my hair, put on some makeup (ooh yeah-yeah-yeah)
Trying to see where tonight gon' take us (ooh yeah-yeah-yeah)
I post some pics up lookin' sexy

a billion not a million
Type of shit that keep me grounded
If they hating then I'm winning
Aint no other way around it
I can't even close my eyes
Cuz I see

at a star (woo)
Shit, I own this mother fucker, I'll stand on the bar
You always postin' cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor,

wanna do is play games and lie like Childen
You can keep it moving
Bitch, keep it moving like a brand new day
Just know that I'm winning

Never wanted

May I have you attention, please
Leave everything you thought you knew about yourself alone
And let me guide you to the beginning of winning
Any

Catch me if you can
It's a race to the finish
Lost a lot of niggas
It's survival if the fittest
Lately I been winning
It's a shame they won't admit

This, this that new shit
This that nigga drop a fucking album
Get a clue, bitch
Ask her if she cuffed
She say, no, I must be stupid
Post up on the gram

look

Is it really real?
Same place same time when the liquor spill yeah
Bad bitches know they thick as hell
Same thing same vice hope you winning still

Some kind a way
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown
Wait 'til the creek consumes the heat
Leavin' a dry dirt bed
Winning all the arguments in

we got hope
they ain't even seen us in the slams
we got woes
they ain't seen through the times
let them post
mama is okay am alright 
am alright let

to point fingers at him sometime
Now dey wanna be my gee but we text online
When money no dey where una dey you dey town you dey chill dey post online
Ereach

Where are we now?

Just like the good rat said:

In a time long ago half spinning
Into orbit as if we were winning,
There existed a rat
Who cowered by

ain't winning
Really you're short winded
The bases is loaded you ever notice
Your spot in your game was took
As I look at your team choking
Sore losers

to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone
Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone

Like bitch, fuck damn
I got suppressors to take out the sound
If you got a problem I'm gunnin' it down
I feel like I'm really winning, if you

(ayy)
We winning, we on defence (ayy)
She let me fuck on the weekend (ayy, ayy)
Shawty a baddie (baddie)
She try to add me (you cannot add me)
She