Ty in the Sky - Wins (feat. HotBoy Slick)

I wish they would
Save their opinions
I don't really care
Bout their feelings
I took a hundred losses
Just to win
Now I've been winning
Again and again
Whenever you up
Then they call you a friend
Whenever you down
Then the calls don't come in
Keep all that fake shit
Away from me
Can't let nobody
Come take shit away from me
I'm all that I got
And it ain't no replacing me
I got to stay true to myself
I don't wanna be like nobody else
With this rap shit
I feel like a champion
Hand me my belt
I can run it up
Don't need no help
If you crossed me
Ain't got shit to say
Get the fuck out my face
Either with me
Or you in the way
All the people
That told me they love me
I knew it was fake
I was hungry
I ain't have a plate
Got this shit on my own
When that shit had got real
Man them niggas
They left me alone
Couldn't believe some of the niggas
Ain't answer the phone
Swear I did so much right
But they still did me wrong
Swear them boys wasn't right
Should've known all along
I'm going run up these racks
Then I'm gone
Bet I still toat this strap
When I'm on
Ain't no flexing the arm
But you know what I'm on
I came from the struggle
Just watch how I hustle
They say I'm the one
And they say I'm going bubble
Your favorite rapper he in trouble
My city gotta keep you a blicky
Don't nobody tussle
I'm never slipping
I don't stumble
Bitch I be really rapping
I don't mumble
It's really up now
Call it touchdown
If I get the ball
I won't fumble
Once you owe me and late
Then it's double
Me and my dogs
Posted like a huddle
We can't fuck with y'all
Y'all niggas trouble
I ain't talking no smoke
Cause that's what we blow
And we always on GO
And we been getting racks
We ain't get them from Joe
And these niggas be broke
So they diss on the low
And we blowing these straps
We ain't get them for show
Till I pack up and leave
Got these packs for the low
I wish they would
Save their opinions
I don't really care
Bout their feelings
I took a hundred losses
Just to win
Now I've been winning
Again and again
Whenever you up
Then they call you a friend
Whenever you down
Then the calls don't come in
Keep all that fake shit
Away from me
Can't let nobody
Come take shit away from me
I'm all that I got
And it ain't no replacing me
I got to stay true to myself
I don't wanna be like nobody else
With this rap shit
I feel like a champion
Hand me my belt
I can run it up
Don't need no help
If you crossed me
Ain't got shit to say
Get the fuck out my face
Either with me
Or you in the way
All the people
That told me they love me
I knew it was fake
I was hungry
I ain't have a plate

Written by:
Tyon Horne, Jr.

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