Текст песни Win - Mack Ben Widdit

Lemme get by
I'm just tryna win
Talkin to the most high my body full of sin
I won't run from nobody

I can work the fin
Dey seem to talk a whole lot
Somehow I'm still here
On dey ass until they drop

I'm tryna reel em in
Brah kept on actin like he hard
Until I swung the bend
Keep on speaking on Lil Alan

Ima spin again
Keep on speaking on Lil Alan
Ima spin again
Hoodie on I'm gettin low

I'm tryna catch em chillin
All dat mugging in the club
Wait til I catch you slippin
Den you know it's goin up

Won't miss a day I'm showin up
Ain't no killa but you pushed it
So for you I'm sure enough
And I know how it's gone go

Dey tryna give yo dawg a case
Goin live on dem videos like da law explainin
So I gotta back away
Cause I can see this gettin dangerous

You don't know who I know
So you best watch who you hang wit
Eye on dat back door
You don't know who I know

Say dat dey want smoke
We gone up the score
Speakin on big cuz
Got me ridin low

Heard he spoke on granny cryin
Make his nanny cry some mo
In the whip I got em crashin
Turn his car into a basket

So many holes inside it
Swiss cheese for a rat bitch
Shawdie got a set of strong knees and her ass thick
Work a nine to five and get cheese she a bad bitch

Lemme get by
I'm just tryna win
Talkin to the most high my body full of sin
I won't run from nobody I can work the fin

Dey seem to talk a whole lot
Somehow I'm still here
On dey ass until they drop
I'm tryna reel em in

Brah kept on actin like he hard
Until I swung the bend
Keep on speakin on Lil Alan
Ima spin again

Keep on speakin on Lil Alan
Ima spin again
And it's fucked up dat it gotta be this way
But dats just how it go

I'm just prayin I work hard enough
So I can take it slow
They say dat dis shit gone get the hardest
When you bout to blow

Soon as niggas bubble in my city
Feds be at the door
Just make sure you savin
Gingerbread im chasin

Tryna practice what I preach
Cause I got caught up in the matrix
I got lost in my own plan
Took some losses on sum bands

But dat shit don't mean a thing
Cause in da mirror I'm da man
So ima lock to get dat back
Still pushin through dat sack

If I ain't tell you when I'm losin
Win or lose these bitches choosin
Dey gone still be on my back

Face still good wit all da plugs
When I call dey send dat pack
Put me in da mix