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Meek Mill - Wins And Losses [OFFICIAL AUDIO]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Programming
Eric Thomas
Eric Thomas
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Songwriter
Eric Thomas
Eric Thomas
Songwriter
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Producer
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(You have to eat the dream)
(You have to sleep the dream)
(You have to dream the dream)
(You gotta touch)
(You have to see it, when nobody else sees it)
(You have to feel it, when it's not tangible)
(You have to believe it, when you cannot see it)
(You gotta be possessed with the dream)
(The dream, the dream, the dream)
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young **** started with oodles and noodles
Now we eating lobster
Uh
As I walk through the valley with my ladder in flex
I'm the realest **** in it, I just happen to rap
When they all thought we was finished, they was laughing at that
So I went and bought me a Dawn and flipped that hat to the back
Fuck 'em
New jewelry, new whips on the way now
(On they way now)
Brrr, brrr, that's yo bitch on the way now
(On they way now)
Momma told me if you fall, never stay down
(Stay down)
Stand up ****, I can never lay down
(Lay down)
Wins & the losses, it come with being bosses
Shoot a pussy **** in his head if he cross us
Take that shit to trial if the feds making offers
Five hundred thou', Louis said we lookin' awesome
(Awesome)
Swap that Patek for them cuffs, take them off us
(Off us)
Lil' bitch
(Bitch)
Call me lil' fish
(Fish)
**** tryna turn my lights out, it's still lit
(Hey)
Streets calling and they said they was some real shit
(Hey)
Young bull looking like he hit a real lick
I got too many foreigns, man this shit getting borin'
Half a milli' last week, you would've thought I was touring
**** tried to count me out, I guess they thought I was normal
They ain't know I was different
I'm like Lord be my witness
'Cause we was fucking up them dishes in my grandmomma kitchen
Killed a pigeon thought the vision, break it down on my ****
Fuck they opinions
Why would I listen, they ain't see the vision
When I had a foreign image and no
I ain't see them bitches, so I'ma ball on 'em
(Ball on 'em, ball on 'em)
Magic City, let it fall on 'em
(Fall on 'em, fall on 'em)
And all my **** stayed down wit' me
(Down wit' me, down wit' me)
Know I be there if they call on me
(Call on me, call on me)
Yeah, my **** back from the league, he made it home in a week
(Home in a week)
Even my momma know how I'm rocking, I go on 'em streets
(Go on 'em streets)
Glock .40, keep it on me, we rolling thirty-two deep
(Thirty-two deep)
Bulletproof everything, just let me know if it's beef
(Just let me know if it's beef)
We bring the war
(We bring the war)
I just wanna shine like my Roley
(Shine like my Roley, on my Roley)
Put in all this time that they owe me
(Time that they owe me, that they owe me)
Made it to a Nine and we litty
(Nine and we litty, and we litty)
Dropping 62s like we Kobe, yeah
(Kobe, yeah)
Pushing the foreigns, drive through the trenches
(Trenches)
Top of the food chain, head of commission
(Mission)
We wrecking **** without permission
(Mission)
Never was personal, it was business
(Business, business)
Brrr, settle down, let it settle down
Couldn't tell me shit when I was broke
Fuck they gon' tell me now?
I'm running 'round, got a gun that hold a hundred rounds
Brrr, if it was "Fuck them ****"
Then it's "Fuck them ****" now, fuck 'em!
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Never change on my road dawgs
'Bout that Cain bang them thangs like we O-Dog
Walk up in a dealer and I pull that Rolls off
(Rolls off, Rolls off)
These **** said I wouldn't make it like I told y'all, ah
(All-ah, all-ah, all-ah)
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Eric Thomas, Meek Mill, Nikolas Papamitrou
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