作曲 : Jay Jenkins/Josh Cross/Alden Ellis/Andrew Hale/Samuel Hale
 作词 : Jay Jenkins/Josh Cross/Alden Ellis/Andrew Hale/Samuel Hale
My mother used to say birds of a feather flock together
If you run around with losers
You will end up a loser

It's necessary you get the losers out of your life
If you want to live your dream

Win my just win
It's a dirty world but that still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mother always talking they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end
Just win my just win
What's up what's up
Grinding everyday dying everyday
Either you hustle or your starve no other way
Being rich that a talent being broke that's a profession
See I woke up un incarcerated that there is a blessing
None of your business don't ask me why
Don't know what I had to do to get it don't ask me
Why I'm flexing
I was born with a gift I'm a bread winner
Whole team gotta eat we just dodging fed dinners
I just wanna win but they set me up to lose
The streets kick ya ass yeah I'm talking judo
At the end of the day how many you know

That's what a do though
I'm praying for a better day I'm being optimistic
He said he want the same thing I said be more specific
It's hard out here my people sick and tired of struggling
All this clown ass my people sick and tired of juggling
Win my just win
It's a dirty world but that still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mother always talking they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end

Just win my just win
What's up
Can't wake up cause I ain't been to sleep
And the that I got on I been in it for a week
I see white air ones but my fingernails dirty
When you don't see me on the block my clientele get worried

In the back of my mind in front of my brain
I'm a pretty good shot but this ain't my aim
Want to live the American dream like Uncle Haus and his wife
Work hard feed my kids see what that be like

For now I'm seeing junkies and pipes
Making sure a solider put a uniform on and go and earn him some stripes
See my counselor told me education or you starve
Last time I seen her she ain't even have a job
Gangbang sell dope or rob

Welcome to the African American mob

When you probably gone die even less than your worth
Leave your momma with the bill a funeral home and a church
You got
Win my just win
It's a dirty world but that still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The mother always talking they don't ever want to listen
I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores
And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove me wrong in the end

Just win my just win
What's up

It's necessary to know that everybody won't see it

That everybody won't join you

That everybody won't have the vision

It's necessary to know that a lot of people want to complain
But they don't want to do anything about there situation

That you're an uncommon breed you know
You have to know within yourself

That I can do this
Even if no one else sees it for me
I can see it for myself that's necessary that's necessary