Wins & Losses - Meek Mill

You have to eat the dream

You have to sleep the dream

You have to dream the dream

You gotta touch

You have to see it when nobody else sees it

You have to feel it when it’s not tangible

You have to believe it when you cannot see it

You gotta be possessed with the dream

Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper

Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster

As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex

I’m the realest nigga in it, I just happen to rap

When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that

So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back

Fuck 'em

New jewelry, new whips on the way now

Brr, brr, that’s yo bitch on the way now

Mama told me if you fall, never stay down

Stand up nigga, I can never lay down

Wins and the losses, it come with being bosses

Shoot a pussy nigga in his head if he cross us

Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers

Five hundred thou', lawyer said we lookin' awesome

Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us

Lil' bitch, call me Lil' Fish

Niggas tryna turn my lights out, it’s still lit

Streets calling and they said they want some real shit

Young bull looking like he hit a real lick

I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'

Half a milli' last week, you would’ve thought I was touring

Niggas tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal

They ain’t know I was different, I’m like «Lord be my witness»

'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmama kitchen

Get a pigeon, do division, break it down on my niggas

Fuck they opinions why would I listen, they ain’t see the vision

When I had a foreign I ain’t see them bitches

So I’ma ball on 'em

Magic City, let it fall on 'em

And all my niggas stayed down with me

Know I be there if they call on me

Yeah!

My nigga bail half a milli, he made it home in a week

Even my momma know how I’m rocking, I go on them streets

Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling 32 deep

Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it’s beef

We bring the war, I just wanna shine like my Rollie

Put in all this time that they owe me

Made it to a nine and we litty

Dropping 60s too like we Kobe, oh

Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches (Trenches)

Top of the food chain, head of commission ('Mission)

We wackin' niggas without permission ('Mission)

Never was personal, it was business (Brrrrr!)

Brrr, settle down, let it settle down

Couldn’t tell me shit when I was broke

Fuck they gon' tell me now?

I’m running round

Glock with a drum that hold a hundred rounds (Brrr!)

If it was «Fuck them niggas» then

It’s fuck them niggas now, fuck 'em!

Never change on my roll dawgs

'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog

Walk up in a dealer and I pull that rolls off

These niggas said I wouldn’t make it like I told y’all

Ahh!