Win - Sean Leon

A seasick on my shit, won’t give me no time

Unless I promise her my dick

She might vent on her timeline

But she send me nudes though, I know that she my bitch

I know that she mine and shit

I own her body, her soul and her mind and shit

Like we chill all the time and shit

But we just chill time to time and shit (yeah)

That bitch so fine and shit, she need the finer shit

That wave on wave, yeah, that Black Sheep Nirvana shit

Matte Wolf designer shit

That wave on wave shit

I hold hoes for ransom and pull hoes at random

One time for Ransom, I need that and more like an And 1

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga

They don’t wanna see a nigga win, nigga

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

My brother caught a case and did them 10

Came home and did another bid again nigga

My brother killed the family once again

Heard my mama snitching on my kin

To be honest I ain’t speaking to her since nigga

Coming from the North Side

Maui Slim got drive like a chauffeur

Act like you be even knowing what the crew do

I could hit you with the flow or with the voodoo

Maui Slim

Mama kicked a nigga out the house

Got me somewhere sleepin' on the couch

Now we robbin' niggas from the way

If niggas can’t afford we run a fade

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga

They don’t wanna see a nigga win, nigga

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga win

They don’t wanna see a nigga

They don’t wanna see me win out in Venice

Or in a 'Benz all tinted

They want me timid and tentative, but I’mma tend to them

My brother wrote from the pen again

Had me feel like I’m ten again

And I’m short on the rent again

Talking in my sleep and tossing and cursing softly

Lullabies and love and lies and murdered lives and lies

I’ve improvised with bias, it’s like laundry

I just cycle repeat, I’m a psycho

Life cycles like circles

These lights sparkle but they might hurt you

Like damn, I thought this came with a .45 and a blowjob

This rap shit ain’t a joke dawg, rappers is getting smoked

That’s why a nigga smoke dawg