Pryde – Not Winning

Pryde - Not Winning

Yeah
Yeah
They try to stop me, they won’t catch a body
They playing sloppy, you know that they not me
My aura is godly, they wanna copy
They all up on me, oh, what am I to do?
Dudes wanna rob me, the street life is not me
Ten deep in a lobby, I can’t let ’em drop me
I’m here with the posse
Ain’t pushing no Mas’i
These haters like Nazis, no way will they go
Yeah
Yeah

I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
I dated bitches, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
Fucked up a reel, broke for the week, but this week I count stacks
My family cried, like way too much, I had to tell ’em, "That’s that"
Ohhhh

I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no

They try to kill me, but these haters kill me
I’m laughing, it’s silly
I’m close to a milli
Bitches, they tempt me
My tank ain’t on empty
And if you ain’t with me, then do what you want
In the city, motherfuckers want my head
Back the fuck up off me, get you some money instead
Tried to tell you all this shit, like again and again
We ain’t fucking friends, we ain’t motherfucking friends

I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
My old crew, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
Fucked up a reel, broke for the week, but this week I count stacks
Slept on the couch, but got too stressed out, had to tell them, "That’s that"
Ohhhh

I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no

I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no
I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no

Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Written on the walls, they want me dead
I ain’t gotta talk to you no more
I just know you’re aiming at my head
Bitches, hoes, and dudes that act like pussies
Always wanna come and try to push me
Always wanna come and try to end me
Always wanna come and try to tempt me
I ain’t on the wave or tryna fight
Leave my house like I might die tonight
Rolled a paper, make me fly to heights
Will I be rich at 25? I might
You ain’t gotta try to come convince me
I know all you motherfuckers iffy
Slept on floors and couches, all for this dream
And I don’t see a chance of me not winning, bitch
Fuck you

I ain’t gonna let you win over me, no

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