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- Joey Purp Winners Circle 歌詞
- Joey Purp
- Winners Circle -Joey Purp /Vic Mensa
Yeah
Turn the beat up a little bit
Keep my voice with it though
Welcome to the winner's circle
Uh
Purple
Yeah
I done seen n**gas that was eaten
Together fall off the table over b**ches
It ain't personal n**ga you should be handlin'your business
Closed mouths get open the barrel of
Burners put in them
Closed eyes get led through the darkness
I need a witness ridin'by myself
I ain't worried about you n**gas
Tryna find myself how about you n**gas
Try to change your fate
You killin'n**gas in your hood you the KKK
What's the difference between you and them
Boys in blue and the boys in white
I used to be with them
Boys in blue sellin'poison white
To my own folks
Ridin'through my old hood
But I'm in that new whip same old
Burner it got a new clip
Everyday new young n**ga dead on the news clip
Every hood same old n**gas
Don't ever do sh*t
Every dollar stuck in my wallet
I'm runnin'through sh*t
Before I be a deadbeat father
I hang myself on my mama
I done seen n**gas sell drugs to
Their own blood
I done see n**gas snitch on n**gas
In they own hood
I done seen kids steal drugs from
Their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done seen real n**gas fall victim
To the fame
I done seen b**ch n**gas get
Rich and get a name
I done seen the same person in the mirror everyday and my vision gettin clearer everyday
You take a little Biggie and a little Big L
Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell
You take a little Em and Andre 3k and guess what you got
The 20162Pac back and improved
Back from the dead back on your a**back in my groove
You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude
Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new and they done let the wrong n**gas in the room
Real n**ga let's get it
Champagne
Champagne
Champagne
Welcome to the winner's Circle
Welcome to the winners circle
All of your problems don't mean
Don't mean a d**n thing
When you in the winners circle
The top feels so much better than the bottom
I woke up this morning with a fever for life
A liver full of patron half a belief in the Christ
Flights from New York home
My b**ch tweaking from nights that I never answered the phone
Because she always started a fight
I fought my whole f**king life that ain't nothing new
Don't make me don't make me I know they want me to
Become a statistic or a victim of the change just so niggas can say I changed
Like I did all of this work to stay the same
I feel like David Blaine
Disappearing like the Mayans except a
N**ga made it rain
And I'm stepping out of Hermes
To whip on angels wings
I'm climbing up the coast I wonder if God flies coach
I wonder if Cam can really see me from my Southside shows
I got my dogs with me I keep a
Rottweiler close
So if you thinking of runnin'up tryna reach for my bread
Best be the gingerbread man hope you can outrun the toast
Because these bullets will leave you bleeding the most
B**ch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen boat
F**k losing my balance I'm in Miami
With my talents
F**king up the balance
Vic Mensa for president never claimed
To be a reverend
Used to ride a bike on days that
I was drug peddlin that hood medicine
Another victim of the drug citizen
Lock him up make him a good citizen
We ain't breakin'even we gon'win against all odds
So you gonna need an army against all squads
I hope you niggas been praying
Champagne
Champagne
Champagne
Welcom to the winner's circle
Welcome to the winners circle
All of your problems don't mean
Don't mean a d**n thing
When you in the winners circle
The top feels so much better than the bottom
I know
I've been down that road
I've been there before
But days don't feel the same no more
And now we on
And now we on
When the world is on your shoulders
Everybody want to know you
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