Winning

Ay, winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (You winnin')

You wake up and get it, you winnin' (You winnin')

You tryna double yo digits, you winnin' (You winning)

You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (You winnin')

Ay, winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I'm from the trenches, I made it (Made it)

That's crazy, it was so dangerous

But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hatin'

I was just dreamin', Glock with the laser

Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it

Then link wit' the bros in grandmama's basement

See what we made (See what we made)

He play wit' us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (Bop)

Dog food, fentanyl, first **** wit' a Benz truck, big dawg (Skrrt, skrrt)

They don't like me on the other side

But I'm still gettin' money over there, I know they pissed off

Ay, I'm so surprised that I'm still alive

I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'

And I ain't get hit (Nah)

That's how I know that I'm winnin'

Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (You winnin')

You wake up and get it, you winnin' (You winnin')

You tryna double yo digits, you winnin' (You winning)

You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (You winnin')

Ay, winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin' (I'm winnin')

You need some tree, let me tell blunt (Yeah)

He send that shit to yo mailbox

I'm eatin' chicken, don't fuck wit' Tabasco

You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)

Free all my bros out them cell blocks (Free 'em)

They comin' home, causin' hell, God (Ha)

Get my boy right for a band, thot (Yeah)

Run up on me, you's a dead guy (Pow, pow)

Bro called, said he need an M

I'm like, "bro, you ain't never had a ten" (Damn)

But you my brother, I got you (I got you)

We way beyond locked in (Locked in)

**** sayin', "free my lil' ****" (What?)

Them boys ain't never tap in (Not once)

Right now I ain't buyin' no jewelry

Corona made me miss too many backends (Damn)

But when this shit open back up (Open back up)

I'm goin' straight on my run (I'm goin' straight on my run)

Hit the ground runnin' it up (Runnin' it up)

Doin' nothin' but focusin' up on

I'm winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

Winnin' (What else?)

Winnin' (What else?)

Winnin' (What else?)

Winnin' (What else?)

Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'

Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'