Testo The Win - Dave East feat. Harry Fraud & Cruch Calhoun
Testo della canzone The Win (Dave East feat. Harry Fraud & Cruch Calhoun), tratta dall'album HOFFA
Harry fraud gon' hold me down, don't take much to get me right, right
Harry Fraud gon' hold me down, as soon as that beat loop
Harry Fraud gon' hold me down, don't take much to get me right
Every loss I ever took, I shook it off, got back to life
Every time we ever fell, we stood up and seen the light
Every time the plug would front and
Took too long, we tweaked the price
Every obstacle I faced just made me great
Arguments before my classes every morning made me late (Fuck)
Everybody born with love inside they blood would make them hate
No time to waste, I got two daughters growin' rapid
But they straight, what more to ask for? (What more?)
Walk right through the front and kill you, where I'm from no back door
Before the forties clapped off, put Spaldings on the backboard
Wired jaws from punches, everybody don't react the same
Like ten years in the game, I realize these niggas rap the same
Product of my environment, honestly, I got that to blame
Before the rap and fame, we was baggin' haze up, don't ask my name
Interrogations had niggas nervous, now they don't act the same
Same day, ain't much changed, call me, my jacket's the same
Took a million losses just to feel a win
Woke up on a yacht, we in Barbados just to feel the wind
Don't ever trust a thief, that nigga stole, he'll probably steal again
Chasin' that first high, knowin' that's
Somethin' she won't feel again (She know it)
Took a million losses just to feel a win (Took a million)
Woke up on a yacht, we in Barbados just to feel the wind
Never trust a thief, that nigga stole
He'll probably steal again (I know it)
Chasin' that first high, knowin' that's
Somethin' he won't feel again (He know it)
They say pressure bust pipes and I ain't leak yet (Not at all)
A couple times I extended arms and
They ain't reach back (Man, fuck 'em)
Time is tickin', gotta thank God for each breath (Time tickin')
I'm tryna make it last forever like I'm Keith Sweat (Let's go)
I'm gettin' texts about some shit I
Hadn't peeped yet (Leave me alone, nigga)
Niggas still playin' checkers, one day
They'll see it's chess (See it's over)
Niggas still do the most, we did more
And needed less (Needed less, word)
Yeah, reportin' live from the trenches
Jumpin' over fences, thuggin' since we was infants (Young)
They shot him, he ain't even have no gun, he was defenseless
Anytime them shots rang, we was pointin' entrance
I seen my brodie make his mother's salary by them benches (Facts)
Grew up with the misfits (Misfits), blue hundreds, crip shit (Low)
Lightin' big tree like Roc-a-Fella during Christmas (Ha)
You know I had this vision since bro was in Audrey kitchen
With the work out and he wasn't doin' fitness, add it up
Took a million losses just to feel a win
Woke up on a yacht, we in Barbados just to feel the wind
Don't ever trust a thief, that nigga stole, he'll probably steal again
Chasin' that first high, knowin' that's
Somethin' she won't feel again (She know it)
Took a million losses just to feel a win (Took a million)
Woke up on a yacht, we in Barbados just to feel the wind
Never trust a thief, that nigga stole
He'll probably steal again (I know it)
Chasin' that first high, knowin' that's
Somethin' he won't feel again (He know it)
Credits
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, David Brewster, Jerae Tyri Prather, Michael Richard Kuzoian
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