"Cost To Win" lyrics
Yeah
How much it cost to win?
That's what I'm trying to pay
I pay attention to yo actions
Not just what you just say
The word around, is that I move a certain type of way
I went from broke to the rich homie
They feel some type of way
Yeah
I tell them people, feel how they feel
I ain't focused on that fake shit
I'm focused on what's real
And my heart done got so cold, a nigga starting to catch the chills
And my life really a movie, y'all just only see the stills
Internet been getting niggas whacked
Mhm
He wanted smoke and turned into a pack
Mhm
City so crazy, niggas say it's like Iraq
Mhm
Babies getting shot, cars getting jack
Mhm
We in fucked up conditions
Trying to find a way out
Want a better living
Hard to find a safe route
Way too much killing
Bout to have to have stake out and start plotting on these millions
I was living in the basement, now I'm top floor of my building
24 hour security, I did that for my children
Got too much to lose, I'm too mature to do that dissin'
I'm worried about the gang, I ain't worried about these niggas
I ain't worried bout no fame, I'm too focused on the billions
Finessing every contract, I'm legend with the dealings
I did too many concerts, you know I made a ticket
It's easy to make that money but, shit get harder when you spend it
Scared money don't make money, so I ain't afraid to spend it
Might have some regrets but
If I did it, then I did it
Always going missing, so just treat me like you miss me
Come correct cause with that bullshit, you can miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I be moving lowkey, they trying to figure out who is he
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
How much it cost to win?
That's what I'm trying to pay
I pay attention to yo actions
Not just what you just say
The word around, is that I move a certain type of way
I went from broke to the rich homie
They feel some type of way
Yeah
I tell them people, feel how they feel
I ain't focused on that fake shit
I'm focused on what's real
And my heart done got so cold, a nigga starting to catch the chills
And my life really a movie, y'all just only see the stills
How much it cost to win?
That's what I'm trying to pay
I pay attention to yo actions
Not just what you just say
The word around, is that I move a certain type of way
I went from broke to the rich homie
They feel some type of way
Yeah
I tell them people, feel how they feel
I ain't focused on that fake shit
I'm focused on what's real
And my heart done got so cold, a nigga starting to catch the chills
And my life really a movie, y'all just only see the stills
Internet been getting niggas whacked
Mhm
He wanted smoke and turned into a pack
Mhm
City so crazy, niggas say it's like Iraq
Mhm
Babies getting shot, cars getting jack
Mhm
We in fucked up conditions
Trying to find a way out
Want a better living
Hard to find a safe route
Way too much killing
Bout to have to have stake out and start plotting on these millions
I was living in the basement, now I'm top floor of my building
24 hour security, I did that for my children
Got too much to lose, I'm too mature to do that dissin'
I'm worried about the gang, I ain't worried about these niggas
I ain't worried bout no fame, I'm too focused on the billions
Finessing every contract, I'm legend with the dealings
I did too many concerts, you know I made a ticket
It's easy to make that money but, shit get harder when you spend it
Scared money don't make money, so I ain't afraid to spend it
Might have some regrets but
If I did it, then I did it
Always going missing, so just treat me like you miss me
Come correct cause with that bullshit, you can miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
I be moving lowkey, they trying to figure out who is he
I've been moving so fast, you might miss me
How much it cost to win?
That's what I'm trying to pay
I pay attention to yo actions
Not just what you just say
The word around, is that I move a certain type of way
I went from broke to the rich homie
They feel some type of way
Yeah
I tell them people, feel how they feel
I ain't focused on that fake shit
I'm focused on what's real
And my heart done got so cold, a nigga starting to catch the chills
And my life really a movie, y'all just only see the stills
