Winners ft. Nick Gallo lyrics

[Intro]
Hip hop, spread hot, spread hot..

[Chorus]
This ain't no sh*t for no beginner
A'ways been, a'ways been
Winners, yeah we dem winners
And legends never die homie
And I've always been a winner
Think you real when you walking no spinners (spinner)
And I've always been a winner
Think you real when you walking no spinners

[Verse 1: GALLO, Marc Vinyls]
Aye
I be the Walt White, only deliver whatever pure
Chillest up in the birds
You hatin'? I flip the bird
Who's the worse? Nah never me
And I'm the only only enemy
I split a melon open with the words Ted Beneke
The petty sh*t they send to me, never got a melody
I keep the level heavenly, the 57th century
Sentimental feeling, medical and wheeling
Got me cheesing, counting every decimal between 'em
f*ck a blog, I never read 'em
Need myself and I be eating
Giving heebie jeebies even in the middle of the season
Just waiting for something good to pop out of the blue
'cause I'm working hard everyday for everything I do
I count clothes, and I spent all my money
All that work for nuthin' and it sure ain't funny
Looking up to God when all my days can be sunny
But it seems like it meant something like the Easter Bunny
But hold up, what are you telling me?
Talking all that sh*t, well quit second guessing me
Instead of proceeding, I just let it be
Playing all these games in my head like it's Destiny (Destiny)
If you got dreams to fly in a nice jet
Then stop talking about people you have never met
Just another stupid concept, that's that wack sh*t
All I do is rap b*tch
My flow too mean so try to match this
Freestyle, that's how I practice
Meet me out to dinner
Because I was born a winner
J Cole the only one born a sinner
This that sh*t for the beginners
Nah (nah, nah)