Winners Circle

Winners Circle -Joey Purp /Vic Mensa

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Turn the beat up a little bit

Keep my voice with it though

Welcome to the winner's circle

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Purple

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I done seen n**gas that was eaten

Together fall off the table over b**ches

It ain't personal n**ga you should be handlin'your business

Closed mouths get open the barrel of

Burners put in them

Closed eyes get led through the darkness

I need a witness ridin'by myself

I ain't worried about you n**gas

Tryna find myself how about you n**gas

Try to change your fate

You killin'n**gas in your hood you the KKK

What's the difference between you and them

Boys in blue and the boys in white

I used to be with them

Boys in blue sellin'poison white

To my own folks

Ridin'through my old hood

But I'm in that new whip same old

Burner it got a new clip

Everyday new young n**ga dead on the news clip

Every hood same old n**gas

Don't ever do sh*t

Every dollar stuck in my wallet

I'm runnin'through sh*t

Before I be a deadbeat father

I hang myself on my mama

I done seen n**gas sell drugs to

Their own blood

I done see n**gas snitch on n**gas

In they own hood

I done seen kids steal drugs from

Their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit

I done seen real n**gas fall victim

To the fame

I done seen b**ch n**gas get

Rich and get a name

I done seen the same person in the mirror everyday and my vision gettin clearer everyday

You take a little Biggie and a little Big L

Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell

You take a little Em and Andre 3k and guess what you got

The 20162Pac back and improved

Back from the dead back on your a**back in my groove

You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude

Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new and they done let the wrong n**gas in the room

Real n**ga let's get it

Champagne

Champagne

Champagne

Welcome to the winner's Circle

Welcome to the winners circle

All of your problems don't mean

Don't mean a d**n thing

When you in the winners circle

The top feels so much better than the bottom

I woke up this morning with a fever for life

A liver full of patron half a belief in the Christ

Flights from New York home

My b**ch tweaking from nights that I never answered the phone

Because she always started a fight

I fought my whole f**king life that ain't nothing new

Don't make me don't make me I know they want me to

Become a statistic or a victim of the change just so niggas can say I changed

Like I did all of this work to stay the same

I feel like David Blaine

Disappearing like the Mayans except a

N**ga made it rain

And I'm stepping out of Hermes

To whip on angels wings

I'm climbing up the coast I wonder if God flies coach

I wonder if Cam can really see me from my Southside shows

I got my dogs with me I keep a

Rottweiler close

So if you thinking of runnin'up tryna reach for my bread

Best be the gingerbread man hope you can outrun the toast

Because these bullets will leave you bleeding the most

B**ch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen boat

F**k losing my balance I'm in Miami

With my talents

F**king up the balance

Vic Mensa for president never claimed

To be a reverend

Used to ride a bike on days that

I was drug peddlin that hood medicine

Another victim of the drug citizen

Lock him up make him a good citizen

We ain't breakin'even we gon'win against all odds

So you gonna need an army against all squads

I hope you niggas been praying

Champagne

Champagne

Champagne

Welcom to the winner's circle

Welcome to the winners circle

All of your problems don't mean

Don't mean a d**n thing

When you in the winners circle

The top feels so much better than the bottom

I know

I've been down that road

I've been there before

But days don't feel the same no more

And now we on

And now we on

When the world is on your shoulders

Everybody want to know you