Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Hutchins
Songwriter
Lyrics
News, check the news, uh-huh News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, news Check the news, uh-huh
News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose
No matter what I still flow Contracts are still low
Either way I'm straight I don't want that deal dough
Brooklyn's not a shy town But you know the drill though
Rosci bars are sinister Who's ready for a real show
Can't be partners, all I do is grind not foul when I crush you
No hunger you on your third party How can I trust you
Splurging what I maybe do Groupies in the 80's fool
Might blow ten bands, ha This middle child check you with a finger
I guess I'm Cole'in now You chasing show money
I'm home rolling loud Fans help me see the cash
Then I feed the stash Sorry for the money talk
It's Rosci, give me a pass Always reinvest, I flip the cash
Grind till I'm sleep deprived That's how I get the bags
Wrestling for raw You die with the cash
Tryna to bring your partner in That's how guys get the tag, toe tag
News, check the news, uh-huh News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, news Check the news, uh-huh
News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose
The belly of the beast is real
We all need a smart guide Enough sharpshooters
To make a heart cry Not discovered by the league
But I do my part guys Kids can't shazam this
Welcome to the dark side Rather own a ship
Don't wanna make quarters Can't procrastinate
Waiters take orders I bet all I have
That I straight slaughter End up keeping everything
I'm a great hoarder Listen up, your written suck
New songs is getting skipped I'm flipping shit, you getting fucked
Should start dismissing luck Not giving up, don't miss a buck
Lyrically nip and tuck Grinding all my life
You could see the nip in us I'm the dopest till I'm stuck in the ground
My M.I.A passes sell a bit I'm not fucking around
Develop apps every Friday I ain't take the thug route
At work you stealing boxes I'm trying to build a clubhouse
News, check the news, uh-huh News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, news Check the news, uh-huh
News
My people can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose, can't lose Can't lose, can't lose
Can't lose
I got em
Written by: Phillip Hutchins