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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Cross
Songwriter
Alden Ellis
Songwriter
Andrew Hale
Songwriter
Samuel Hale
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smurf
Producer
Micah Wyatt
Recording Engineer
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
V12
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Win, my ****, just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The motherfuckers always talkin'
They don't ever want to listen
[Verse 2]
I'm reeking with success, you can smell it through my pores
When I build my dream house
I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove 'em all wrong in the end?
Just win, my ****, just win
[Verse 3]
**** grinding everyday
**** dying everyday
Either you hustle or you starve
****, ain't no other way
Being rich, that shit a talent
Being broke, that's a profession
See I woke up un-incarcerated
That shit there is a blessing
[Verse 4]
None of your mothafuckin' business
****, don't ask me why I'm stressing
Know what I had to do to get
****, don't ask me why I'm flexing
I was born with a gift, ****
I'm a bread winner
Whole team gotta eat
We just dodging fed dinner
[Verse 5]
I just wanna win but they set me up to lose
The streets kick your ass, ****
Yeah, I'm talking Judo
At the end of the day, I'm eating pussy, ****, you know
That what a pussy **** do though
[Verse 6]
I'm prayin' for a better day
I'm being optimistic
He said he want the same thing
I said be more specific
****, it's hard out here
My people sick and tired of strugglin'
All this clown ass shit
My people sick and tired of jugglin'
[Verse 7]
You gotta win, my ****, just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The motherfuckers always talkin'
They don't ever want to listen
[Verse 8]
I'm reeking with success, you can smell it through my pores
And when I build my dream house
I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove 'em all wrong in the end?
Just win, my ****, just win
[Verse 9]
Can't wake up
'Cause I ain't been to sleep
And the shit that I got on
I been in it for a week
I see white air one's but my fingernails dirty
When they don't see me on the block
My clientele get worried
[Verse 10]
In the back of my mind, front of my brain
I'm a pretty good shot, hey, but this ain't my aim
Wan to live the American dream
Like Uncle Haus and his wife
Work hard, feed my kids, see what that be like
[Verse 11]
For now, I'm seeing junkies and pipes
Make a soldier put his uniform on
And go and earn him some stripes
See my counselors told me education or you starve
Last time I seen her, she ain't even have a job
[Verse 12]
Gang bang, sell dope, or rob
Welcome to the African American mob
Where you probably gon' die for even less than you're worth
Leave your mama with the bill
A funeral home and a church
[Verse 13]
You gotta win, my ****, just win
It's a dirty world but that bitch still spin
And we don't trust the preachers or the crooked politicians
The motherfuckers always talkin'
They don't ever want to listen
[Verse 14]
I'm reeking with success, you can smell it through my pores
And when I build my dream house
I'm hiding money in the floors
You wanna prove 'em all wrong in the end?
Just win, my ****, just win
Written by: Alden Ellis, Andrew Hale, Jeezy, Josh Cross, Samuel Hale