For The Win

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuddy Mac] Give me that What's real, I'm really that If Meek Mill can bring pot Then I guess that I'm bringing Biggie back 'Cause who gon' bring hip-hop to my city back Most of y'all shitty And the rest of y'all really whack I mack but I really rap 'Cause racks won't bring me racks Like ass won't bring me cash And if she did I'd prolly pass In fact I'm a lyricist When I rap I build pyramids Say hello to the payroll We killin' 'em 'til they killin' 'em Hustler of the millennium Couldn't tell you how I feel 2012 shit's real I'ma kill 'em all every year Fuck advice from my peers I don't have too many friends 'Cause niggas get jealous when your bitch badder than his And your whip faster than his And that shit you actual spit is the shit you actually live Do it all in my crib And I could take advice But actually I'ma chill But just know that it's real Whenever them niggas give it to me [Verse 2: JL] I'm with a crew of gentlemen With us minus degenerates Who must display ignorance But they honestly innocent They usually nonviolent but don't come at me with any shit Know that if I gotta pull out my wallet I'm spendin' it My cup stay full I'm always try'na finish it I ain't try'na pull 'Cause me and my baby killin' shit These hoes won't give up it's so inconsiderate Know that you here in the MO when you enter it I'm really not for throwin' the dough, for the showmanship I'm flauntin' top and stackin' it slow, I'm thinkin' own the shit I been the coldest with proper owners stay hittin Mardi Gras with my homie Jonas and Pocahontas I'm on a floatin' ship Dipped as a pimp Smokin' the highest grade If life is a bitch I'ma fuck her today Drink from the fountain of youth And piss it on your parade Watch when I pull the pin I'm a fucking grenade Real niggas do what they want Suckas do what they can My lady ain't from Japan Like homie she low Asian I run with the Asian mafia they know me as fam I swear that the other day I was smokin' with Jackie Chan Talked about how to profit and never be broke again This philosophical talk is the realest conversation If you handling business my nigga then lock me in I'm wreckin' the Colosseum I'm goin' in for the win [Hook: JL] Live in the moment We all die in the end It's crowded at the bottom We all try'na get in They say our chances to make it are paper thin But I never listen to them I'm goin' in for the win Really though We're really low And really close Get plenty dough Get to the top And really pose We're centerfolds We finna do what we really pose We center stage Let's stand up high We in this hoe [Verse 3: Cuddy Mac] I go in like I didn't have to knock Couldn't find the key to life so I had to break the lock And I'm not gon' stop So I don't never look at clocks And my watch don't tick move swift when it tock And a bitch ain't got shit to do with my money So shit'll prolly get ugly if she tell me that she love me But I don't want no problems Give me that yeah I got 'em If I say it then I mean it So it really ain't an option [Verse 4: JL] To be exact I'm the nigga that reenact Develop the swag from scratch Give me that if I gotta snatch Gettin' [?] the biggest star on the map These heads gon' get addicted I happen to be the crack Oh you think outside the box Introduce you to Cuddy Mac We twisted them back to back We're lifted you'll need a ladder Got tunnel vision we livin' you suckers don't even matter Untouchable comfortable with the flow I'm here forever