Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living, you winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digits, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Im from the trenches, Im living, Im winning
I wake up and go and get it, Im winning
Im tryna double my digits, Im winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, Im winning
Im from the trenches, I made it
Thats crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasnt scared and I wasnt hating
I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser
Tax on the bag, you know we gon take it
Then link with the bros in grandmamas basement
See what we made
He play with us, next time you see him gon be at his grave Bah
Dog food, fentanyl
First nigga in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg Skrrt-skrrt
They dont like me on the other side
But Im still getting money over there, I know they pissed off
Im so surprised that Im still alive
I gotta thank God cause I was outside and bullets was flyin
And I aint get hit Nah
Thats how I know that Im winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living, you winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digits, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Im from the trenches, Im living, Im winning
I wake up and go and get it, Im winning
Im tryna double my digits, Im winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, Im winning
You need some tree, let me tell …
He send that shit to your mailbox
Im eating chicken, dont fuck with tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot Franks
Free all my bros out them cell blocks Free em
They coming home, causing hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought
Run up on me, yous a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M
Im like, Bro, you aint never had a ten Damn
But you my brother, I got you I got you
We way beyond locked in Locked in
Niggas saying free my lil nigga What?
Them boys aint never tap in Not once
Right now, I aint buying no jewelry
Corona made me miss too many backends Damn
But when this shit open back up Open back up
Im going straight on my run Im going straight on my run
Hit the ground, running it up Running it up
Doing nothing but focusing up on
Winning, winning, winning, winning What else?
Winning What else?, winning What else?
Winning What else?, winning What else?
Winning, winning, winning, winning