Wins & Losses lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Eric Thomas & Meek Mill]
You have to eat the dream
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it's not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young n*gga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster

[Verse: Meek Mill]
As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I'm the realest n*gga in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
f*ck 'em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
Brr, brr, that's yo b*tch on the way now
Mama told me if you fall, never stay down
Stand up n*gga, I can never lay down
Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pus*y n*gga in his head if he cross us
Take that sh*t to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
Lil' b*tch, call me Lil' Fish
n*ggas tryna turn my lights out, it's still lit
Streets calling and they said they want some real sh*t
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this sh*t getting borin'
Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring
n*ggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain't know I was different, I'm like "Lord be my witness"
'Cause we was f*cking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen
Get a pigeon, do division, break it down on my n*ggas
f*ck they opinions why would I listen, they ain't see the vision
When I had a foreign them b*tches know I ain't see them b*tches
So I'ma ball on 'em
Magic City, let it fall on 'em
And all my n*ggas stayed down with me
Know I be there if they call on me
Yeah!
My n*gga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week
Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on them streets
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef
We bring the war, I just wanna shine like my Rollie
Put in all this time that they owe me
Made it to a nine and we litty
Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches (Trenches)
Top of the food chain, head of commission ('Mission)
We wackin' n*ggas without permission ('Mission)
Never was personal, it was business (Brrrrr!)
Settle down, let it settle down
Couldn't tell me sh*t when I was broke
f*ck they gon' tell me now?
I'm running round
Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds (Brrr!)
If it was "f*ck them n*ggas" then
It's f*ck them n*ggas now, f*ck 'em!
Never change on my roll dawgs
'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off
These n*ggas said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all
Ahh!
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