Winner Circle Lyrics by Kanin
feat. Kendrick Lamar
[Verse 1]
Mama said, mama said, mama said
Boy you a star
Livin’ in a place with a bad mindstate
Where a lot of good niggas don’t make it that far
Lot of good niggas didn’t lost they lives
These niggas didn’t lost they minds
For a piece of the pie
Everybody try to get rich ‘fore they die
Fuck any nigga tryna stop mines
Reject any nigga tryna waste time
Bitch, you fuckin’ with a gifted mind
Eat these niggas like pork rinds
Fuck these hoes like One Time
Duck bitch-niggas and One Time
Seen this shit too many times
So I grabbed my balls, got on the grind
Now I’m gettin’ paid and livin’ life
Livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
‘Cause I suffered much, suffered much
Cold world, no color purple
Puffin’ on that color purple
Pockets green like Ninja Turtle
Turnt up when I’m off the herbal
But y’all threw the hurdles when I use my verbals
Fuck you fake niggas talkin ’bout?
Fuck these lame niggas lookin’ at?
I’m in a circle full of real niggas
And when I take this bitch, you can’t have it back
It’s called hijack, hijack
TDE with a round of Xan
THC, we got pounds of that
Fuckin’ around in our circle… riders
[Hook x2]
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
Ain’t no fake niggas allowed
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
I’mma make my mama proud
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
Ain’t no fake niggas allowed
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
I’mma make my mama proud
[Verse 2]
Life never did seem like it seen some life in me
Lights in the cloud, that red
Little nigga just use your head, you might can be
Just like Mike on the mic, Jordan
You’re recordin’ more than twice a week
That’s not enough if you’re nice as D
Eminem’s you, limit them legends
But your work ethic is quite petite
Everythin’ you write somehow retreat
From the page I’m so impatient, pacin’ back and forth
My sleepin’ patterns get a it badder than insomniacs
I’m a zombie at the studio, can you ponder that?
I soon will blow like an arsonist
All I wanna do is be heard…
All I ever do is have nerves…
A lot of fuck-niggas and a lot of fuck-bitches
That’s one thing that I observe
‘Cause when you doin’ you, everybody seem cool
‘Til you fuck around, get a blessin’
And you look in the mirror, see the same old nigga
But everybody ’round you stressin’
I ain’t asked nobody for nothin’
I went and got it on my own, nigga, it’s nothin’
And if you don’t condone or respect that…
Go on my nuts, make it, fuck, what? (oh my god)
I have an appetite for more supper
And I Lacrifice for these suckers
And I sacrificed what I made
God bless my days while I’m in this circle
Ridin’ …
[Hook]
feat. Kendrick Lamar
[Verse 1]
Mama said, mama said, mama said
Boy you a star
Livin’ in a place with a bad mindstate
Where a lot of good niggas don’t make it that far
Lot of good niggas didn’t lost they lives
These niggas didn’t lost they minds
For a piece of the pie
Everybody try to get rich ‘fore they die
Fuck any nigga tryna stop mines
Reject any nigga tryna waste time
Bitch, you fuckin’ with a gifted mind
Eat these niggas like pork rinds
Fuck these hoes like One Time
Duck bitch-niggas and One Time
Seen this shit too many times
So I grabbed my balls, got on the grind
Now I’m gettin’ paid and livin’ life
Livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
‘Cause I suffered much, suffered much
Cold world, no color purple
Puffin’ on that color purple
Pockets green like Ninja Turtle
Turnt up when I’m off the herbal
But y’all threw the hurdles when I use my verbals
Fuck you fake niggas talkin ’bout?
Fuck these lame niggas lookin’ at?
I’m in a circle full of real niggas
And when I take this bitch, you can’t have it back
It’s called hijack, hijack
TDE with a round of Xan
THC, we got pounds of that
Fuckin’ around in our circle… riders
[Hook x2]
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
Ain’t no fake niggas allowed
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
I’mma make my mama proud
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
Ain’t no fake niggas allowed
We livin’ life in the Winner’s Circle
I’mma make my mama proud
[Verse 2]
Life never did seem like it seen some life in me
Lights in the cloud, that red
Little nigga just use your head, you might can be
Just like Mike on the mic, Jordan
You’re recordin’ more than twice a week
That’s not enough if you’re nice as D
Eminem’s you, limit them legends
But your work ethic is quite petite
Everythin’ you write somehow retreat
From the page I’m so impatient, pacin’ back and forth
My sleepin’ patterns get a it badder than insomniacs
I’m a zombie at the studio, can you ponder that?
I soon will blow like an arsonist
All I wanna do is be heard…
All I ever do is have nerves…
A lot of fuck-niggas and a lot of fuck-bitches
That’s one thing that I observe
‘Cause when you doin’ you, everybody seem cool
‘Til you fuck around, get a blessin’
And you look in the mirror, see the same old nigga
But everybody ’round you stressin’
I ain’t asked nobody for nothin’
I went and got it on my own, nigga, it’s nothin’
And if you don’t condone or respect that…
Go on my nuts, make it, fuck, what? (oh my god)
I have an appetite for more supper
And I Lacrifice for these suckers
And I sacrificed what I made
God bless my days while I’m in this circle
Ridin’ …
[Hook]
