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I stroll up to the first tee, calm and collected,  
My handicap's a joke, but you won't suspect it.  
I post all my bogeys, double 'em up nice,

through the most
Faking smiles every time that I post, and no you do not even know
I can barely stand on all of my toes, but I cannot stand how you lyin'

a post
I keep a tool because I'm accident prone
Keep it on me cause they move outta spite
I got people trying do me cause I'm smooth w the mic
And I move

We Are Winning

Flobots

Fight with Tools

2008

Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after school program
A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project
A group of teenage boys

feeling the kid, she wanna come to streets
She want to post on the block, but she want to carry my heat
I wanna know
I wanna know
Like do you got hoes
Like

dead in the ground
And I was a lost child , I use to post on the south
It was me n Ishmael runnin round Robbin everything we see
And ever since my first

Like my rambos they stay twinning
That's why my team is always Winning
Ride on road for bars on drillings
Rude Boy don't let man catch you Slipping

the game
 they winning right now 
And they sending all these shots
My niggas locked in the pound 
I told my nigga till he's free
 Ima gone  get a 100 downs

Like my Rambo’s they stay twinning
So my team is always winning ride on road for bars on drillings
Rude boy don't let man catch you slipping
Shotguns

never do no time, that's the vet crook
Winning in reality, you chasing hoes on Facebook Post on your MacBook, that's how you got your racks took
I come

your post march forth and know that victory's near

That's your cue cue wake up

Overwhelmed in my station
I have no choices just standing orders I'm

just took off the stock wasn't rocking with it
God I been through a lot before I was winning
Bruh I came out the cut we was chopping whitney
Why the fuck

got blood in my eye
Got the bands on deck and my bitch, yeah we winning
Started from the top, never bottom, don't forget it
White hair, tatted,

Want me to tote her like a .44
Mood be up and down, rollercoaster
We winning, celebrate, I will toast ya
Shawty on my hip just like my holster
Shawty

get naughty 
I just wanna party (woop woop) 
Laid back sipping chilling (what)
Post up big-big spending (turn it up)
Bought a new whip stay whipping

my lyrics, when it come to getting money shouldn’t be a limit, disappear while im down, pop up when I’m winning, prolly might hold my dick while I’m

Your posts are holding strong
And your lights go off and on
Didn't think for non-believers
Either
White linen in the frame
Regardless of my name
Hope

I Begged You Everything

Bad Books

Bad Books

2010

and who's really winning? I begged again, you said hello.
For now that's all I know. Now I remember the exhaust and remains.
A shallow shadow hung across my

begging 

Bridge 

Ayy on New begginig 
Me and my team we dreaming
Me and we winning 
Laughing out loud we singing 
Ayy on New begginig 
Me and my team we

us, but it's tempting
Got to move on to my own path, and my vision
Now she blowing up my phone, that girl is tripping
Put me in every single post, every

never let it
And give me credit man you should accept it
Score to high to get denied respect it
Don't post my shit because it's none of their business

Day at the races the sun's out sky is blue
I read the racing post whilst standing in the queue
Make a stop for alcohol
Place a bet at the stall

Knew how I felt
I keep tearing up these beats but this The hand  he dealt
I been winning nonstop this cheese Will never melt

Smoke four blunts get burnt

Moving backward

So we're all vocal about the winning side
Nothing like conservatives to make you speak your mind
But post-07 we were not this engaged