Ayy, win, lose, or draw, and all I know is how to keep goin
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see defeat is buying' Rick Owens
Chose to be a smarter rapper, a lot of judges rico'n
They can't even buy a shot, a lot of niggas free throwing
Leavin' off with everybody's shit, call it repoin
God gave everybody cups, but you tea-pouring
I was stuck on paper, so them stains weren't me knowing
Couldn't even take a cold picture cause the heat showing
Blank cards hitting' Lowes up and home depotin' Fuel low, but it's full tanks
Wherever we goin' Why I ain't leave the city yet
God got other plans for me, call me Mr. Internet
I'm walking' with a tab on me What a nigga supposed to do
When the bag on him? And it's money overall, like a sad moment
Win, lose, or draw, and all I know is how to keep goin
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see the defeat is buying Rick Owens
If I could take it back, I wouldn't, cause it made me who I am today
Strippers comin' out the cake, speakers makin' boxes break
Speaking' out at Sumter High, left the job lesser pay
Wasn't jumping' out the sky, but where there's JA there's a way
I just hit her every now and then, don't hit her every day
Fam makin' prison songs like his mom Mary J. Tell me I'm the heart to the struggle
That's necessary weight Pop star of the hood
You know a nigga weathered through the hate I pray to God that when he call, I make it
Past the gate I couldn't text cause it was calls that I had to make
1030, I'll be there by 928
Story of a young nigga grinding, you know I couldn't wait
Jair Tha Popstar - Win, Lose, Or Draw Lyrics
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Ayy, win, lose, or draw, and all I know is how to keep goin
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see defeat is buying' Rick Owens
Chose to be a smarter rapper, a lot of judges rico'n
They can't even buy a shot, a lot of niggas free throwing
Leavin' off with everybody's shit, call it repoin
God gave everybody cups, but you tea-pouring
I was stuck on paper, so them stains weren't me knowing
Couldn't even take a cold picture cause the heat showing
Blank cards hitting' Lowes up and home depotin' Fuel low, but it's full tanks
Wherever we goin' Why I ain't leave the city yet
God got other plans for me, call me Mr. Internet
I'm walking' with a tab on me What a nigga supposed to do
When the bag on him? And it's money overall, like a sad moment
Win, lose, or draw, and all I know is how to keep goin
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see the defeat is buying Rick Owens
If I could take it back, I wouldn't, cause it made me who I am today
Strippers comin' out the cake, speakers makin' boxes break
Speaking' out at Sumter High, left the job lesser pay
Wasn't jumping' out the sky, but where there's JA there's a way
I just hit her every now and then, don't hit her every day
Fam makin' prison songs like his mom Mary J. Tell me I'm the heart to the struggle
That's necessary weight Pop star of the hood
You know a nigga weathered through the hate I pray to God that when he call, I make it
Past the gate I couldn't text cause it was calls that I had to make
1030, I'll be there by 928
Story of a young nigga grinding, you know I couldn't wait
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see defeat is buying' Rick Owens
Chose to be a smarter rapper, a lot of judges rico'n
They can't even buy a shot, a lot of niggas free throwing
Leavin' off with everybody's shit, call it repoin
God gave everybody cups, but you tea-pouring
I was stuck on paper, so them stains weren't me knowing
Couldn't even take a cold picture cause the heat showing
Blank cards hitting' Lowes up and home depotin' Fuel low, but it's full tanks
Wherever we goin' Why I ain't leave the city yet
God got other plans for me, call me Mr. Internet
I'm walking' with a tab on me What a nigga supposed to do
When the bag on him? And it's money overall, like a sad moment
Win, lose, or draw, and all I know is how to keep goin
I can lose it all, and all I know is how to keep growing
How you tryna make it to the top, but you tiptoeing
Only time I'm tryna see the defeat is buying Rick Owens
If I could take it back, I wouldn't, cause it made me who I am today
Strippers comin' out the cake, speakers makin' boxes break
Speaking' out at Sumter High, left the job lesser pay
Wasn't jumping' out the sky, but where there's JA there's a way
I just hit her every now and then, don't hit her every day
Fam makin' prison songs like his mom Mary J. Tell me I'm the heart to the struggle
That's necessary weight Pop star of the hood
You know a nigga weathered through the hate I pray to God that when he call, I make it
Past the gate I couldn't text cause it was calls that I had to make
1030, I'll be there by 928
Story of a young nigga grinding, you know I couldn't wait
Writer: Jair Golden
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid