Win Lyrics - Royale

ROYALE - WIN 

C. Kunda (BMI) 

I told them I was sick with the flow, 

One day you going to have me on repeat. 

I Isn't stopping till I'm sick with the dough, 

I Caught a flu blow out benjis when I sneeze 

Shorty I'm a don act like you know, 

Ask your ho bet you money that she know me, 

Took over the city now I'm coming for the globe 

They feel it more when you killing them slowly. 

It's all in your eyes, i can tell from your approach 

You've been plotting on a scheme trying to harm me 

And I hope to God you thought I came alone, 

I Brought the squad and we looking like an army. 

Surely, 

I Overcame the odds, 

I bet it all on greatness, 

I Made it through all that fake shit, 

I overcame y'all that hatred. 

I never worried about placement, 

Cause of all the talent I was blessed with, 

Been working hard just to make it, 

Success so close I can taste it. 

Bitches all on my page, 

Finessed off what I made, 

Niggaz isn't up on my range 

My pockets swollen off my gains. 

I'm only here to get paid, 

I Only came for one thing, 

Squeeze racks all in my jeans, 

Me and my team came for that ring. 

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Something about winning, 

that I'm addicted to, 

I'm working every night for that condo with the view. 

All I ever wanted is in my point of view, 

I came up from the bottom and if you want to know the truth 

Man I came up off ambition, 

I'm, addicted winning 

Came up off ambition 

I'm, addicted to winning 

Came up off ambition, 

I'm, addicted to winning, 

Came up off ambition 

Made a come up off ambition. 

Said I came up off ambition, 

I'm, addicted to winning 

Came up off ambition 

I'm, addicted to winning 

Came up off ambition, 

I'm, addicted to winning, 

Came up off ambition 

Made a come up off ambition. 

Photos 

They don't want me up in my zone, 

Zone 

23 when I step to the phone 

Phone 

Sprint solo alone when I roam 

Roam 

any hood I feel like I'm home, 

Only the real feel the level I'm on. 

Sip vodka mixed with the soda, 

Throw my own shows fuck a promoter, 

Niggaz priorities all out of order, 

Be a sheep fuck around and get slaughtered. I'm a monster 

Yea yeah, 

Freddy Krueger, spit like a rugar, 

Not with that drama, 

No no, 

But for what I love I'm turn to a shooter. 

Always known I was blessed, 

I made it through moments of stress. 

Off of nights I invest, 

I'm close to collecting a check, 

I paid all my debts, 

Come correct better come with respect, 

I'm the plug, who plug your connect, 

Was told to keep pressing my foot on their neck. 

And apply pressure, never let up, 

Hit niggaz up where it hurts, 

Fatten my pockets, my hustle can't knock it, the reason I walk with a smirk. 

I put in my work, I gave it my worth. 

Succeeding is all I deserve, 

I'm Hooked to the perks, been winning since birth, won't stop till I'm deep in the dirt