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letra de wins & losses - ebe kastro

[intro]
would someone protect me
(cellebr8 got that heat though)
would someone protect me from the demon, i start losin’ all my friends
yhea
ohhh

[chorus]
channel through my l-st, i’m just lookin’ for a win
don’t give no answers when i pray, i think he ok with my sin
ask him protect me from the evil, i start losin’ all my friends
d-mn, read between the lines you comprehend
i had a sayin’ in the end, you see that you your only fan
like my granny used to say “there ain’t not n-gga that want you to win”
they gon’ plan for all your progress, don’t want help you with the plan
tell them hold all that applause when they try all that again

[verse 1]
so many times i remember cryin’ cuz my daddy had just left us
imma hop outta mind, nd’ tell my sister not to listen
when im outside im tryina provide, i was always on a mission
nd’ my guys be down to ride, if not then we gotta keep some distance
its like some n-ggas don’t got pride, keep findin’ morals they weren’t missin’
if he ain’t tryina find a dime, it don’t make sense for me to be with him
say my name all the time, when i won’t even give a mention
if it ain’t my b-tch family greater, so they can’t get my attention
with that 23. michael jordan, i feel power like im [?]
keep a gun in my possession, ‘case a coward try to get me
i’m just doin’ what they can’t, so i don’t understand the envy
nd’ you your only family, you ain’t heard him [?]
[chorus]
channel through my l-st, im just lookin’ for a win
don’t give no answers when i pray, i think he ok with my sin
ask him protect me from the evil, i start losin’ all my friends
d-mn, read between the lines you comprehend
i had a sayin’ in the end, you see that you your only fan
like my granny use to say “there ain’t not n-gga that want you to win”
they gon’ plan for all your progress, don’t want help you with the plan
tell them hold all that applause when they try all that again

[verse 2]
imma [?], you can find me in the tennis
with a rack, i let it blow, you get retired with no pension
tryina let yo homies know, this glock is comin’ with extensions
i let three off inside his mouth, call my pistol scotty pimpin’
when i talk i let it show, you can tell i how i be limpin’
just like a [?], let it blow, when i up won’t do no missin’
nd’ imma sh-t into his bro, until my clip gon’ empty
put him in his show, chopper shots make him trendy
i bet my k!ller go to work, don’t talk about smoke, you might tempt me
boss still behind them bodys, tryina [?] him for a ten peice
like this life we live nd’ act, so im pourin’ up proscriptions
all this pain up on my chest, it drove me there, im addicted

[chorus]
channel through my l-st, im just lookin’ for a win
don’t give no answers when i pray, i think he ok with my sin
ask him protect me from the evil, i start losin’ all my friends
d-mn, read between the lines you comprehend
i had a sayin’ in the end, you see that you your only fan
like my granny use to say “there ain’t not n-gga that want you to win”
they gon’ plan for all your progress, don’t want help you with the plan
tell them hold all that applause when they try all that again

- ebe kastro

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