OneShotAce - All Win

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Its funny how these streets what we get lost in
They wan see us in a cell or in a coffin
These streets will do you greazy, just be careful who you call friends
That's my brother if I'm sinning, then he gone sin
Them my brothers, if I'm winning then we all win
Trying to make it out this shit, don't happen often
But let my people down, I can't have that on my conscience

Cause nowadays the love be fake, so we just rather do without
Niggas barely lent a hand we had to do this shit ourselves
I been focused tunnel vision, on this money, nothing else but
If it come to it, Im gone have to shoot it out
Shit I know it's just the streets we lost in, still gonna play that game
Losing ain't a option
We creep up slow and let it bang, they ain't see the car spin
Ambo came thought he was saved, doctor said they lost him
I been stressing, only blessing been my daughter
Got more haters than supporters, said they want to see you win
Only mean it kind of sorta
But The gang gone be straight, niggas change every day
You ain't gotta fuck with me, keep my name out your face
If its a problem, we gonna pull up like you owe me
Niggas wasn't with me, don't be acting like you know me
Couple niggas mad, shit they probably want to smoke me
But We ain't ducking action, pussy niggas gotta show me

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Them my brothers, nothing changed, jus know we locked in
He got a problem, thats my problem , then we all spin
We gonna run these bands up until we all
win

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Its funny how these streets what we get lost in
They wan see us in a cell or in a coffin
These streets will do you greazy, just be careful who you call friends
That's my brother if I'm sinning, then he gone sin
Them my brothers, if I'm winning then we all win
Trying to make it out this shit, don't happen often
But let my people down, I can't have that on my conscience

Now I might pull up in a foreign with a foreign, all designer to the socks
All my niggas with me eating, you not here, you missed your shot
Everyday we tryna win. I know they hoping that we flop
But this shit don't stop, we gonna run it up a lot yeah
Its crazy cause I swear we was just starving
To hundred dollar plates when we pull up, its valet parking
This sweater by McQueen, and I'm Balenciaga walking
Looking at my chain, a nigga try it, we gone off him
I'm tired of all that fake love, heard em speaking down on my name
And you ain't say nun ain't no need to talk about the shit
Cause you just play dumb
Fuck them, we doing better now, do this for the family and the gang
No I won't let em down

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Them my brothers, nothing changed, jus know we locked in
He got a problem, thats my problem , then we all spin
We gonna run these bands up until we all
win

Its funny how that money make it all spin
Its funny how these streets what we get lost in
They wan see us in a cell or in a coffin
These streets will do you greazy, just be careful who you call friends
That's my brother if I'm sinning, then he gone sin
Them my brothers, if I'm winning then we all win
Trying to make it out this shit, don't happen often
But let my people down, I can't have that on my conscience

Written by:
Aaron Hinnant Kelsey

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