"Win or Lose" lyrics
Larry June & B-Legit Lyrics
Aye, somebody gotta win, man
Somebody gotta lose
Ya know what I mean?
Navigating this life shit
This shit so crazy, it's like, shit just be happening
And you gotta just adjust to this shit, fuck it
You gotta stay on track, you gotta move with a purpose
I'm in a spot with a mask, I water whip till it's perfect
Know the game ain't worth it, but we still gotta eat
50 need new shoes, and baby boy gotta eat
I swear I'm all in my head, I be stressin' a lot
But I'm also thankful, God bless me a lot
'Cause I'm makin' a lot, B's shakin' the block
Steady makin' deposits, I'm a grown ass-man
I might slip a little bit, but I come back hot
Might MAC a little bit, but I don't got time
'Cause the coupe cost nine, only one of them kind
Yeah, I'm one of them guys, mm-hmm, good job
Ten karat my stone, they won't leave me alone
Why I'm bringin' the pole? Why my game so strong?
Really, I don't know, really, I just go
Daily I get chose, AP, frost gold
Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose
I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos
Somebody go cop, somebody go sell
Somebody go keep it G, somebody go tell
Somebody go ho, somebody go pimp
Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks
Somebody go leave, somebody go sit
Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich
Heavyweight in the game
Everybody know me
But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me
I was down on my ass
Nobody had me
I was living so wrong
But a nigga had to eat, yeah, yeah
Somethin' 'bout them trees off in California
And what they do in cities when they hit the corner
You can tell what it is when you smell aroma
.35 to the head put you in a coma
Only in for one night, flight leave at noon
I hit her with the stick, left her in the room
Gotta meet the truck, put the cheese in the tuck
Can't be pressin' luck, makin' sure it always touch
Dirty game, but we play it scurvy
Bottom, she on auto out in Albuquerque
TSA be trippin' and they probably search me
But all I got are Skittles and a little Hershey
Checkin' Cho, I'm a cheddar boy
Put a big bag down any weather, boy
If you see me in the field, know I'm active duty
And her name Ruby, Ruby got a real booty
Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose
I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos
Somebody go cop, somebody go sell
Somebody go keep a G, somebody go tell
Somebody go ho, somebody go pimp
Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks
Somebody go leave, somebody go sit
Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich
Heavyweight in the game
Everybody know me
But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me
I was down on my ass
Nobody had me
I was livin' so wrong
But a nigga had to eat, yeah, yeah
Somebody gotta lose
Ya know what I mean?
Navigating this life shit
This shit so crazy, it's like, shit just be happening
And you gotta just adjust to this shit, fuck it
You gotta stay on track, you gotta move with a purpose
I'm in a spot with a mask, I water whip till it's perfect
Know the game ain't worth it, but we still gotta eat
50 need new shoes, and baby boy gotta eat
I swear I'm all in my head, I be stressin' a lot
But I'm also thankful, God bless me a lot
'Cause I'm makin' a lot, B's shakin' the block
Steady makin' deposits, I'm a grown ass-man
I might slip a little bit, but I come back hot
Might MAC a little bit, but I don't got time
'Cause the coupe cost nine, only one of them kind
Yeah, I'm one of them guys, mm-hmm, good job
Ten karat my stone, they won't leave me alone
Why I'm bringin' the pole? Why my game so strong?
Really, I don't know, really, I just go
Daily I get chose, AP, frost gold
Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose
I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos
Somebody go cop, somebody go sell
Somebody go keep it G, somebody go tell
Somebody go ho, somebody go pimp
Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks
Somebody go leave, somebody go sit
Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich
Heavyweight in the game
Everybody know me
But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me
I was down on my ass
Nobody had me
I was living so wrong
But a nigga had to eat, yeah, yeah
Somethin' 'bout them trees off in California
And what they do in cities when they hit the corner
You can tell what it is when you smell aroma
.35 to the head put you in a coma
Only in for one night, flight leave at noon
I hit her with the stick, left her in the room
Gotta meet the truck, put the cheese in the tuck
Can't be pressin' luck, makin' sure it always touch
Dirty game, but we play it scurvy
Bottom, she on auto out in Albuquerque
TSA be trippin' and they probably search me
But all I got are Skittles and a little Hershey
Checkin' Cho, I'm a cheddar boy
Put a big bag down any weather, boy
If you see me in the field, know I'm active duty
And her name Ruby, Ruby got a real booty
Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose
I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos
Somebody go cop, somebody go sell
Somebody go keep a G, somebody go tell
Somebody go ho, somebody go pimp
Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks
Somebody go leave, somebody go sit
Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich
Heavyweight in the game
Everybody know me
But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me
I was down on my ass
Nobody had me
I was livin' so wrong
But a nigga had to eat, yeah, yeah
