Frederick Miller - Winner's Circle lyrics

[Verse 1 F. Mills] A solo artist, but it's really like I'm not alone I'm shouting out the Hustle Gang on each and every song Now some came and gone I wish em all the best I hope you find another home and maybe you can rest See some be sensitive to words, I guess you took offense Cuz I ain't changing who I was its kinda hard to stress over And those who try and test they overloading They try they best to get over To try out they lil mess on Faker than a muf**a Wearing Lee press ons Gon' you can leave kick rocks get ya step on They say family even worse they keep the stress on And since we on our first date You can keep your dress on Gentleman to some, but on this song I am a mess on No respect for it I'm beating my f**in' chest on [Chorus: F. Mills] I'm amongst winners It's Hustle Gang or nothing We eat the comp for dinner You muf**as stuffin' Them be the ones in 2nd place And still be talking tough and We in the winners circle Pa** the muf**in muffins We feasting so good We out the neighborhood Skinny, and Snatchaman and B Chanel I wish you would Try and pop it they finding yo a** in the woods You can't stop it we'll hurt you (Yeah) You can't stop what we worth dude (nahhh) You can't stop how we work dude We a sitcom, you guys live in commercials (2xs) We in the winningest circle (2xs) Welcome the winners circle [Verse 2 F. Mills] I been famous I was hot before the sun rose Takin' shots while we pocketing them Euros We celebrating more Welcome the hate and more This only adds to the plush environment figures stored In stash spots right next to the iron through the door Losing is not an option Defending titles like we fighting in the world of boxing, flow is sick You can mention it with other toxins Before this sh**, I was planning, researching and plotting Now forward it we just buying in stocks with them options,was born to flip Hustle Gang taking over the market with ownership, please Putting a chokehold to the game til that f**a bleed Stealing ya fans, thieves You and ya mans leave We been blessed you ain't even gotta say it, sneeze.. [Chorus: F. Mills] [Verse 3 F. Mills] (Album version) Don't get it twisted We was winning way before Sheen Numbing tracks give that mutha f**a morphine Live in a force screen Blocking haters We too busy watching four screens, elevators We just reaching what you never seen Tell them other teams we only reproducing more green Plus we never get discouraged silly poor things We just order more so the fiends can afford me And I ain't keeping score but sure Hustles in the lead We hustle in different leagues The games tight, but we muscle muf**as, please See you not built to scuffle We just f**in bob and weave f** all that fussing we just crush you other f**s and leave On vacation Hustle Gang see you should take a leave Cuz others know we never sleep welcome the Dream Team [Chorus F. Mills]