Yeah, times got hard, I went harder
Shit
You already know what be on my mind tho'
The shit that's on my mind be, kind of throwed' sometime but
Times got harder, had to go harder
Hopping on a plane, bitch I'm getting chartered
Way out of state, gotta go farther
F*ck around caught a case, gave the racks to my lawyer
Shit had me stressing, thank God for my blessings
I ain't see my family in a minute, damn I miss em
I ain't poured up in a minute, I'm back sipping
That shit, that I found out about my dog, had me trippin
I'm back and I'm better, bitch run me my cheddar
On another level, fly like a feather
You dig, shovel, dog, muzzle
No talking in the huddle, Yeah, my nig' lets run a play
Better days, that's what's at hand
I just want to see them racks off in your hand
Yeah, I just want to see my dogs, ball seven figures
One thing about me, I'ma keep it solid with you
Just valeted, the ocean blue coupe in front the f*cking spot
Niggas try to play, I'll paint this bitch up like I'm Basquiat
Focused on this music, niggas mad cause hoes choosing
Tryna get some money with you, that's the shit I'm into
Double G belt, still sagging my dickies pants
A nigga realer than Oli $tone, that's some shit I ain't seen yet
Gotta keep it trill with you, baby, I'm trying to build with you
I know you still healing from past trauma, but girl, I know how to deal with you
Coach you up, show you how to get that ring like Phil Jackson
Turn you into a superstar, you ain't think you had it
From the bottom to the top, I made it look like magic
Like them ISP boys out the sticks, I got to have it
Move to Cali, move back to Texas, then move back to Cali
All this shit on my plate, but still I maintain
Time's ticking, I got shit to do
I ain't got shit to prove, to somebody who ain't got shit to lose
Brand new coupe, ocean blue, condo with the ocean view
I only f*ck with the chosen few, nowadays I can't tell who is who
I ain't got no time
For nobody tryna block my shine
Way past maintaining, and just surviving, Now I conquer shit
Jumping over hurdles like a gold medal Olympian
I'ma run it up, life is short, gotta get it in
I used to want the Cullinan, now I can buy like ten of them
Oli $tone - Still Winning Lyrics
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Yeah, times got hard, I went harder
Shit
You already know what be on my mind tho'
The shit that's on my mind be, kind of throwed' sometime but
Times got harder, had to go harder
Hopping on a plane, bitch I'm getting chartered
Way out of state, gotta go farther
F*ck around caught a case, gave the racks to my lawyer
Shit had me stressing, thank God for my blessings
I ain't see my family in a minute, damn I miss em
I ain't poured up in a minute, I'm back sipping
That shit, that I found out about my dog, had me trippin
I'm back and I'm better, bitch run me my cheddar
On another level, fly like a feather
You dig, shovel, dog, muzzle
No talking in the huddle, Yeah, my nig' lets run a play
Better days, that's what's at hand
I just want to see them racks off in your hand
Yeah, I just want to see my dogs, ball seven figures
One thing about me, I'ma keep it solid with you
Just valeted, the ocean blue coupe in front the f*cking spot
Niggas try to play, I'll paint this bitch up like I'm Basquiat
Focused on this music, niggas mad cause hoes choosing
Tryna get some money with you, that's the shit I'm into
Double G belt, still sagging my dickies pants
A nigga realer than Oli $tone, that's some shit I ain't seen yet
Gotta keep it trill with you, baby, I'm trying to build with you
I know you still healing from past trauma, but girl, I know how to deal with you
Coach you up, show you how to get that ring like Phil Jackson
Turn you into a superstar, you ain't think you had it
From the bottom to the top, I made it look like magic
Like them ISP boys out the sticks, I got to have it
Move to Cali, move back to Texas, then move back to Cali
All this shit on my plate, but still I maintain
Time's ticking, I got shit to do
I ain't got shit to prove, to somebody who ain't got shit to lose
Brand new coupe, ocean blue, condo with the ocean view
I only f*ck with the chosen few, nowadays I can't tell who is who
I ain't got no time
For nobody tryna block my shine
Way past maintaining, and just surviving, Now I conquer shit
Jumping over hurdles like a gold medal Olympian
I'ma run it up, life is short, gotta get it in
I used to want the Cullinan, now I can buy like ten of them
Shit
You already know what be on my mind tho'
The shit that's on my mind be, kind of throwed' sometime but
Times got harder, had to go harder
Hopping on a plane, bitch I'm getting chartered
Way out of state, gotta go farther
F*ck around caught a case, gave the racks to my lawyer
Shit had me stressing, thank God for my blessings
I ain't see my family in a minute, damn I miss em
I ain't poured up in a minute, I'm back sipping
That shit, that I found out about my dog, had me trippin
I'm back and I'm better, bitch run me my cheddar
On another level, fly like a feather
You dig, shovel, dog, muzzle
No talking in the huddle, Yeah, my nig' lets run a play
Better days, that's what's at hand
I just want to see them racks off in your hand
Yeah, I just want to see my dogs, ball seven figures
One thing about me, I'ma keep it solid with you
Just valeted, the ocean blue coupe in front the f*cking spot
Niggas try to play, I'll paint this bitch up like I'm Basquiat
Focused on this music, niggas mad cause hoes choosing
Tryna get some money with you, that's the shit I'm into
Double G belt, still sagging my dickies pants
A nigga realer than Oli $tone, that's some shit I ain't seen yet
Gotta keep it trill with you, baby, I'm trying to build with you
I know you still healing from past trauma, but girl, I know how to deal with you
Coach you up, show you how to get that ring like Phil Jackson
Turn you into a superstar, you ain't think you had it
From the bottom to the top, I made it look like magic
Like them ISP boys out the sticks, I got to have it
Move to Cali, move back to Texas, then move back to Cali
All this shit on my plate, but still I maintain
Time's ticking, I got shit to do
I ain't got shit to prove, to somebody who ain't got shit to lose
Brand new coupe, ocean blue, condo with the ocean view
I only f*ck with the chosen few, nowadays I can't tell who is who
I ain't got no time
For nobody tryna block my shine
Way past maintaining, and just surviving, Now I conquer shit
Jumping over hurdles like a gold medal Olympian
I'ma run it up, life is short, gotta get it in
I used to want the Cullinan, now I can buy like ten of them
Writer: Isaiah Oliver
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