Текст песни Can't Lose - Bou

Yea
Bou
Aye

Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris
How could I lose woe?
I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones
Don't let em too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes

Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come to this rap I'm the realest admit it
You lookin for cap then keep fishing and fishing
I can't relax til I finish the business
Put myself on bitch I been independent
You know me you know that my hustle relentless
Niggas ain't dealers just fitting a image
I can turn 56 grams into 80
You want it I got it just pull up and pay me
Glock 26 and it don't got a safety
You lit where I'm from you get hate on the daily
Death is a given and life is a maybe
Don't tell me I'm great when I'm pushing up daisies
God got a plan for this Section eight baby
I come from dirt it ain't shit that can break me

Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris
How could I lose woe?
I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones
Don't let em too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes

Yeaa
Steph on a 50 point night
You
Ain't stepping then step to the side
If
They wanna bargain your price
Then
Them niggas dimming your light
Woah
Who brought the streets back to life
I
Move like a thief in the night
Took
A trip to the bank with that pipe
Yea
I'm in here speaking polite
Aye
Give me my flowers
Came a long way from them government vouchers
I used to dream of me thumbing through thousands
This hustle been keeping my stomach from growling
Aye
Can't leave no shake on the counter
They watching that hatin' shit making me prouder
You give me a offer I'm making a counter
My worth is 10 times what I make off these ounces
Damn

Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris
How could I lose woe?
I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones
Don't let em too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes