Unik GOD - Winning

Nigga Ima live like it's my last
Don't worry about them hoes I done had
Baby I'm so focused on this cash
It's my time and I'm gone get mine

I got my trap
But I'm riding slow
I got my dime
But she ain't my dro
You can say im feaning feaning
I'm Addicted to a winning winning... (yeah)

I studied some flows
Just to be dope!
But I show respect shoutout to that nigga Nipsey Hussle
Give all respects
But I hated the game
It's no wonder for so long I never wanted to play
But if Double XL, hit up my cell
I'm never going back to today Cuz I'm tryna save a nickel
I want it bad
Like Michael Jackson's dad
But I'ma make sure my son never hurt or feel my struggles
He ain't here yet
Think I found his mom
Boss and she bad she's the top of the top models
She hold it down
She say its mine
Together we gone built an empire

Nigga Ima live like it's my last
Don't worry about them hoes I done had
Baby I'm so focused on this cash
It's my time and I'm gone get mine

I got my trap
But I'm riding slow
I got my dime
But she ain't my dro
You can say im feaning feaning
I'm Addicted to a winning winning... (yeah)

All I'm hearing now
Unik your rapping now?
The positive comes with the negative and I'm like an electric socket
Guess singing wasn't enough I needed a new outlet!
I spill schock static cuz I tell this mic my secrets!
I'm a nice guy till you fuck around and meet the tyrant
You can force anyone to shoot if you can find their trigger
I seen so many bodies
When I was still a kid
So I waited till 25 to buy my first ruger
Seen death felt pain
It made me care for Love
Too many goals and plans I got no time for no paying fuck shit
If it ain't about money then you ain't speaking my language
I speak many In all of them I need more than a milli

Shout out to Wizzy
Bet on young money
I want it all
Like Young Money leaving Cash Money
Back in my city
They thought I had money
Fly nigga like a stylist I used to dress poverty so pretty

Nigga Ima live like it's my last
Don't worry about them hoes I done had
Baby I'm so focused on this cash
It's my time and I'm gone get mine

I got my trap
But I'm riding slow
I got my dime
But she ain't my dro
You can say im feaning feaning
I'm Addicted to a winning winning... (yeah)

Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down for me for me

Slow it down
Slow it down
They keep telling me
But I got no brakes
And I won't crash dummy

I think like scarface cuz i want what's coming to me!
Winning... Winning...

Written by:
Michael Philippe

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