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Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning Winning, winning, winning, winning You from the trenches, you living, you winning You wake up and go and get it, you winning You tryna double your digits, you winning You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning Winning, winning, winning, winning I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning I'm from the trenches, I made it That's crazy, it was so dangerous But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hating I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it Then link with the bros in grandmama's basement See what we made He play with us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (Bah) Dog food, fentanyl First nigga in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (Skrrt-skrrt) They don't like me on the other side But I'm still getting money over there, I know they pissed off I'm so surprised that I'm still alive Letras de cancionesI gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin' And I ain't get hit (Nah) That's how I know that I'm winning Winning, winning, winning, winning Winning, winning, winning, winning You from the trenches, you living, you winning You wake up and go and get it, you winning You tryna double your digits, you winning You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning Winning, winning, winning, winning I'm from the trenches, I'm living, I'm winning I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winning I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning You need some tree, let me tell Blanko He send that shit to your mailbox I'm eating chicken, don't fuck with tabasco You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's) Free all my bros out them cell blocks (Free 'em) They coming home, causing hell, God Get my boy right for a band, thought Run up on me, you's a dead guy Bro called, said he need an M I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (Damn) But you my brother, I got you (I got you) We way beyond locked in (Locked in) Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (What?) Them boys ain't never tap in (Not once) Right now, I ain't buying no jewelry Corona made me miss too many backends (Damn) But when this shit open back up (Open back up) I'm going straight on my run (I'm going straight on my run) Hit the ground, running it up (Running it up) Doing nothing but focusing up on Winning, winning, winning, winning (What else?) Winning (What else?), winning (What else?) Winning (What else?), winning (What else?) Winning, winning, winning, winning From Letras Mania