Always Winnin Lyrics - Singles - Shad

[Intro] 

(I'm loving this generation) 

[Hook] 

(Y'all cats know we always play to win) 

Said I'm always winning 

(Y'all cats know we always play to win) 

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[Verse 1] 

Feel me, grown man 

Back of the road and in my own home, watching Homeland 

And romancing with a mean girl, Lohan 

Trying to deprogram, Detox, lace the Reeboks 

Set a screen pop then shoot a three off 

Then [?] out with deep thoughts, watching NBC Peacock 

Grids, we stop, not, till we [?] 

Quote Jack Donaghy, pro-black Donna Lee 

Pump Pope Francis with a dope rap harmony, yo 

I read some Facebook posts and I open TextEdit 

Cause I don't blog or Twitter, yaa, I get-get it 

And I kinda get Reddit but I don't really get credit 

Not like respect, like actually, I don't really got credit 

I don't got a credit card, good, no debts yet 

At times I go to pay and they say "Yo, we don't accept debit" 

Don't accept cash? Well, you make us have to get in debt 

It makes me wanna talk Illuminati on my next record 

Also rappings who go "I don't really get credit" 

I don't know, I'm pretty sure I'm the best at it 

Couple get close when they grind like Next 

You know, baby when we're grinding, that's "Too Close" by Next 

Check it, Shad's on that silly swag 

Jeans got that T-Boz and chilly sag 

Seven minute epic rap Iliads 

Young black genius, some cats really mad 

Even political when I boast now I really brag 

So from punk rockers to gun cockers from dumb jocks to 

Young doctors are all saying that I come proper 

Like "I knew he had lyrics, but that was a fun concept" 

Haters can hate, I'm unbothered, the bottom line is 

I'm always winning 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 

I said I'm always winning 

Kind of rhymes that got the mommies grinning 

Army [?] and my laundry spinning 

Speaking of mommies, lot of people call me Pops 

Because I'm always watching kids, trying to get it popping 

With a couple little poppy hits and they might pop a bit 

But locals popping Cris in the post season, Popovich 

Champagne popping, but I started from the opposite of bottom 

Still on top of it, my dominance is [?] 

The rest is overhyped, these punks is under prepped 

And soft as One Direction while I'm sharp enough to puncture flesh 

One punch should get you stumbling like a drunken mess 

Lungs compress, stuck in a stretcher until they run some test 

Uncontestable, born to rest, sun is blessed 

So I'mma bring the pressure, I'm even better than sudden death 

Forever unimpressed, I'm clever, no wonder, heads 

Pirate this like discovering treasure in the sunken chest 

Motherfunk and fresh, the sound of thunder over rumbling jet 

Coming from the west where the sun gets set 

Not a grip, it's still a London rap 

Like I'm double deck busses, watch me bust like a hundred tecs 

IQ measure by one question, who wanna mess 

With brother S.K.? Say yes, and you the dumbest yet 

Humble vet, still running with anyone that steps 

'Til every tongue confesses that your boy belong among the best 

Always winning 

[Hook]