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letra de winner - yung chi

no regina king there’s a thin line between love n hate
i wondering if that’s the same line that separate real from fake
i told my haters thank me later you about to turned me into drake now take care nothing was the same
when all my views of all you fake niccas changed
i wish ya more life got rid designer n ice
minor loss to what i sacrifice
i took a gamble like a pair of dice
now ever track the critics say i’m nice
funny they never get the picture until you photo shop em out
now they askin’ for a cut from your harvest like u never cropped em out
cut it out like a coupon and maybe you haters can save some money
i treat em like an empty account, they can never get anything from me
feel like i ain’t did enough but i got em faded already
i cut some friends cause they started hatin” already
treating me different saying i changed motherf-ckas’ think i made it already

i deal n deal with it time after time
thinking i’m frontin’ my move you gotta be out your mind
losing ya hustle and money because you so focus own mine
you peep how i grind
could never knock me off balance because i was destined to shine

i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m straight
i see em hating no debating nicca let me be great
i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m straight
bent outta shape worried about me but my nicca i’m straight
i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m straight
i see em hating no debating nicca let me be great
i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m a winner i’m straight
bent outta shape worried about me but my nicca i’m straight

the epitome of great
they ain’t f-cking with me like a nun stuck to her faith
all glory to god i pray they don’t k!ll me cause hate
they all claim they do they own thing
but all sound the same
i ride my own lane
your swag its nothing like chi
it look like ya guys
i only smoke oil hash
i can’t be dealing with ash
these are not buscemi these called negash
i do not do it flash
i been had my drip you can come get a slash
i been in my bag
not even kinko’s can copy my swag
none of my clothes don’t come with a tag
a greedy b-st-rd that’s forever fly
the terminology i a bilge by
got em looking like mona lisa staring at me with a sided eye
when i was losing they wouldn’t slide by
now that i’m winning i just glide by
not talkin’ the app no
f-ck new friends not accepted no apps

- yung chi

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