[Intro: Blxckie]
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye (Yeah)
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin'
[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
They don't wanna see me winnin', no, they wanna see me down
I'm with all the competition, nigga, heavy is the crown
PTA I'm on the block, I got some hitters in my town
Take a verse and body bag it, put that shit into the ground
Niggas think it's sweet, I get paid to kill a beat
I got killer fees, trollin' niggas on your feed
Live in your head for free, nigga all you do is tweet
You know I bring the heat, vegan ass niggas wanna beef
I got three different attorneys on my payroll
I broke the mould, these niggas old, these niggas play though
No time for talkin' if it ain't about the pesos
Singing like I'm Drake you niggas know my pen a Draco
Touchdown PTA I'm doin' great if I must say so, uh
Lookin' at the bread like "There he go, there he go"
Green and red on me, no Mexico
I got niggas on the clout tryna jack the flow
Bitch you know me, I don't know you, you just a Jane Doe
I been MIA but bitch I'm back up staying ten toes
Everyday a struggle, made it through I feel like Wayno
Comin' for my head you might as well be off the yayo
I just made a hundred thousand, don't wear the same clothes
My new bitch a dime and from Rio de Janeiro
Don't know who you niggas clownin', you don't want the smoke
Just say you heaven sent, I'll give your rap career a halo
[Verse 2: Blxckie]
(Ye ye ye ye)
Had to tell my mom I’m busy but call if she need me
My heart intact, my mind clear, I’m glad I’m breathin'
I had to thank myself for where I am, I did the teachings
Booling got my toes in the sand, I’m so at peace
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin', ye
Pockets do the dance, I’m ballin' like I’m Kobe
Always with the fam, I’ll never be alone yee
I know ‘bout my path, comfortable in my journey
Heavy is the crown it’s somethin' like a burden, yeah
[Chorus; Blxckie]
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know (Oh yeah that’s somethin' that I should know I-I)
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin' (Oh yeah she worried)
[Verse 3: Blxckie & The Big Hash]
I looked in the mirror told myself "I’m sorry"
I made you take so many L’s so you gotta bounce back on your feet
Make getting W’s a hobby
Go murder them beats, it’s never nice catch a body yeah
Swervin' on the block, I came through servin' a lot
Blind I can’t see, I got my birds in a box
Yeah they fear me, I see they really scared when I drop, ye
Number one I’m chillin' with whoever is at the spot (Ye ye ye ye)
[Verse 4: YoungstaCPT]
The crown is where it belongs, I been wearin' it long
Don't need a chair at salons, 'cause all my hair isn't gone
Yet, grey streak showing there's no way that I can rub it off
I only let you put the crown on so I can cut it off
'Cause everybody wants the same kingdom that the king got
Built it up with rocks and I protect it with the sling shot
Mel Gibson brave-heart is what I'm on the brink of
'Cause when you picture a king, I'm the image that you think of
Young Van Riebeek, check the sample on the thumbnail
You think you cutting corners but you leave behind a blood trail
You tried to cover up the truth which I now have to unveil
So go and tell Donald all your fuckin' duck tales
Quack pack, chirp and you'll be swimming with the seafood
Going back in time to kill your ancestors, I beat roots
You only live once, it's a mistake you can't re-do
Thirty mixtapes and one album, that's a preview
Still don't feel famous, middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like Savannas in that piano dance
And when I'm dead and gone, I know you're gonna miss it 'cause
I'm the hottest rapper out, well, me and FOCALISTIC
Y?gen is the emblem
Stash the dough in the bread bin
I’m getting head from my ex kin and that cumshot made her head spin
Can't deny that I rap dope
Go ask coloured and black folks
You KFC cause you act broke
For a 2 rand you can add hope
Yeah I be tellin' them bad jokes, yes my comedy silly
Ugly and priddy, shutdown the city, my uncle and Vinny
He's on that gangster committee, downright grimy and gritty
We'll smack the taste off your lips and tell you to spell "Mississippi", huh
Big guns, Big Hash too
It was written in the tattoo
International Lampoon, with cheerleaders in Cancún
Catwoman in a cat suit, swept off her feet by a hand broom
Over hedges with a raccoon
Sade, sweet taboo
Right on top of those sand dunes
Money grows on bamboo
Lowercase no cap broer
Y'all changing like black shoes
The new wave say I should have drowned already
But I'm Aquaman in Atlantis, and the crown is heavy
[Chorus: Blxckie]
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin', yeah
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye (Yeah)
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin'
[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
They don't wanna see me winnin', no, they wanna see me down
I'm with all the competition, nigga, heavy is the crown
PTA I'm on the block, I got some hitters in my town
Take a verse and body bag it, put that shit into the ground
Niggas think it's sweet, I get paid to kill a beat
I got killer fees, trollin' niggas on your feed
Live in your head for free, nigga all you do is tweet
You know I bring the heat, vegan ass niggas wanna beef
I got three different attorneys on my payroll
I broke the mould, these niggas old, these niggas play though
No time for talkin' if it ain't about the pesos
Singing like I'm Drake you niggas know my pen a Draco
Touchdown PTA I'm doin' great if I must say so, uh
Lookin' at the bread like "There he go, there he go"
Green and red on me, no Mexico
I got niggas on the clout tryna jack the flow
Bitch you know me, I don't know you, you just a Jane Doe
I been MIA but bitch I'm back up staying ten toes
Everyday a struggle, made it through I feel like Wayno
Comin' for my head you might as well be off the yayo
I just made a hundred thousand, don't wear the same clothes
My new bitch a dime and from Rio de Janeiro
Don't know who you niggas clownin', you don't want the smoke
Just say you heaven sent, I'll give your rap career a halo
[Verse 2: Blxckie]
(Ye ye ye ye)
Had to tell my mom I’m busy but call if she need me
My heart intact, my mind clear, I’m glad I’m breathin'
I had to thank myself for where I am, I did the teachings
Booling got my toes in the sand, I’m so at peace
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin', ye
Pockets do the dance, I’m ballin' like I’m Kobe
Always with the fam, I’ll never be alone yee
I know ‘bout my path, comfortable in my journey
Heavy is the crown it’s somethin' like a burden, yeah
[Chorus; Blxckie]
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know (Oh yeah that’s somethin' that I should know I-I)
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin' (Oh yeah she worried)
[Verse 3: Blxckie & The Big Hash]
I looked in the mirror told myself "I’m sorry"
I made you take so many L’s so you gotta bounce back on your feet
Make getting W’s a hobby
Go murder them beats, it’s never nice catch a body yeah
Swervin' on the block, I came through servin' a lot
Blind I can’t see, I got my birds in a box
Yeah they fear me, I see they really scared when I drop, ye
Number one I’m chillin' with whoever is at the spot (Ye ye ye ye)
[Verse 4: YoungstaCPT]
The crown is where it belongs, I been wearin' it long
Don't need a chair at salons, 'cause all my hair isn't gone
Yet, grey streak showing there's no way that I can rub it off
I only let you put the crown on so I can cut it off
'Cause everybody wants the same kingdom that the king got
Built it up with rocks and I protect it with the sling shot
Mel Gibson brave-heart is what I'm on the brink of
'Cause when you picture a king, I'm the image that you think of
Young Van Riebeek, check the sample on the thumbnail
You think you cutting corners but you leave behind a blood trail
You tried to cover up the truth which I now have to unveil
So go and tell Donald all your fuckin' duck tales
Quack pack, chirp and you'll be swimming with the seafood
Going back in time to kill your ancestors, I beat roots
You only live once, it's a mistake you can't re-do
Thirty mixtapes and one album, that's a preview
Still don't feel famous, middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like Savannas in that piano dance
And when I'm dead and gone, I know you're gonna miss it 'cause
I'm the hottest rapper out, well, me and FOCALISTIC
Y?gen is the emblem
Stash the dough in the bread bin
I’m getting head from my ex kin and that cumshot made her head spin
Can't deny that I rap dope
Go ask coloured and black folks
You KFC cause you act broke
For a 2 rand you can add hope
Yeah I be tellin' them bad jokes, yes my comedy silly
Ugly and priddy, shutdown the city, my uncle and Vinny
He's on that gangster committee, downright grimy and gritty
We'll smack the taste off your lips and tell you to spell "Mississippi", huh
Big guns, Big Hash too
It was written in the tattoo
International Lampoon, with cheerleaders in Cancún
Catwoman in a cat suit, swept off her feet by a hand broom
Over hedges with a raccoon
Sade, sweet taboo
Right on top of those sand dunes
Money grows on bamboo
Lowercase no cap broer
Y'all changing like black shoes
The new wave say I should have drowned already
But I'm Aquaman in Atlantis, and the crown is heavy
[Chorus: Blxckie]
Oh baby we gon' win that's somethin' that I know, ye
Mama's worried she don't know where I'm goin', yeah
( The Big Hash )
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