Ceehilo - Winning

You only considered yeah when you winning , I ran out of trust that's how I'm feeling
Been at the bottom yeah tell me the feeling , bro popped him a perc to help with the healing
Going through things , I wish it was different
Don't wanna be famous it come when you winning , don't know if it's love don't know if It's envy
I didn't finish school yeah momma I'm sorry, when I lost pops yeah that hit me the hardest
Give me that brain you is the smartest , let me paint her face since I'm a artist
They don't believe in you do it regardless , run up them commas I do it for momma
The way I be dripping yeah like the Bahamas , gotta stay wit it I'm talking that llama
Niggas be plotting but they don't want them problems
Rather get fly yeah to get through the pain , the hate I ignore used to drive me insane
But fuck it let's get it I'm back on a mission , I'm back in the booth and I'm doing my thing
I cannot cap but got shit on my brain , had to switch up my ways my son getting older
My heart getting colder , where you was at when I needed a shoulder
It was forever yeah now this shit over , came out the mud like a motherfucker soldier
I want them racks yeah just like it's tennis , twenty fifties hunnids I need them benjis
Just like Milwaukee yeah keep it a buck
You don't get what you want yeah I know that it sucks
Life is a gamble yeah gone try you luck and run that shit up and put that shit up yeah yeah
I'm trying get it , can't stop me from me winning
I wanna ball ain't talking scrimmage
I'm all in her walls knocking her down just like construction yeah when I'm in it
We go back just like vintage , get through the pain I get fly in a image
Nobody care when you down , but try to be around and all on yo dick when you winning
You only considered yeah when you winning , I ran out of trust that's how I'm feeling
Been at the bottom yeah tell me the feeling , bro popped him a perc to help with the healing
Going through things , I wish it was different
Don't wanna be famous it come when you winning , don't know if it's love don't know if it's envy
I didn't finish school yeah momma I'm sorry, when I lost pops yeah that hit me the hardest
Give me that brain you is the smartest , let me paint her face since I'm a artist
They don't believe in you do it regardless , run up them commas I do it for momma
The way I be dripping yeah like the Bahamas , gotta stay wit it I'm talking that llama
Niggas be plotting but they don't want them problems

Written by:
Clayton Cannady

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