It’s hard tryna igg ni**as. It’s like a full time job
Running my biz already a full time jog
Tryna treadmills
The hate can’t move me, I’m blessed still
Lived through the worst crossovers
That's why I wish them the best still
Ex me out all you want. I’m getting checks still
Payment for the space I been renting in ya head still
Even when you lost me, there’s a lesson still
ni**as failing in life so right they wanna test still
That’s a no-brainer, that’s a wrong aimer
I know a hot tempered, cold aimer, no-brain ya
How you taking shots but you throwing blank ones
Frustrated with thеmselves now they wanna takе it
Out on me when I was only tryna motivate em
I don’t be tryna throw in faces
When I’m on vacation going places
For dope scenery like graffiti streets and monuments
I’m just tryna live, boy get out ya feels
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
What's on your mind? What's on your mind
It doesn't come easy
I got a lot on it
So much I had to hit the booth and do a drop on it
Glad I was never one of you popping ni**as
Sad to watch you go out bad when you not the ni**a
I remember when everybody was rocking with ya
They hopped off ya tip on to the next hottest ni**a
You trying to keep up
Keep talking bout what you used to do
sh*t’s embarrassing, you looking hella goofy dude
I stay moving cool. I learned not to pursue the views
Of the newer school from watching all of you doofies lose
And old ni**as stop b*tching bout the newbie tunes
In the era where ya press a bu*ton and hear who you choose
If you don’t feel the young ni**as, that’s fine
A wise guy said it cost nothing to pay them no mind
Cuz every time you mentioning their names online
Whether it’s love or it’s hate
Either way they gonna shine, and you wonder why
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
What's on your mind? What's on your mind
It doesn't come easy
I sat and watched a man cry
For his mama while that man die
Another got shot on his knees with his hands high
Still don’t believe suicide is how Sandra Bland died
Too many of them took so many of our damn lives
So many hashtags and RIPs
We march in streets, call for peace
We on our knees, God please
Almost seems You don’t care. Already seeing they don’t
Sometimes I’m thinking
Why do I even be holding on to this faith for
America ain’t the place for us
Our feelings never mattered
Michael told us back in 95 that they don’t care about us
But we got to care about us
We got to come together
Stop all the tearing down amongst ourselves of each other
We brothers, we sisters, we love us, we with us
We hurting. Let’s heal us. We broken, let’s fix us
Let’s get up, let’s fist up. Dismantle the system
It's built up against us
Let's shift it and lift us, we gifted
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
I know that winning, it doesn't come easy
What's on your mind? What's on your mind
It doesn't come easy
We brothers, we sisters, we love us, we with us
We hurting. Let’s heal us. We broken, let’s fix us
Let’s get up, let’s fist up. Dismantle the system
It's built up against us
Let’s shift it and lift us, we gifted