Not Winning lyrics

[Verse 1: Pryde]
Yeah
Yeah
They try to stop me, they won't catch a body
They playing sloppy, you know that they not me
My aura is godly, they wanna copy
They all up on me, oh, what am I to do?
Dudes wanna rob me, the street life is not me
Ten deep in a lobby, I can't let 'em drop me
I'm here with the posse
Ain't pushing no Mas'i
These haters like Nazis, no way will they go
Yeah
Yeah

[Pre-hook: Pryde]
I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
I dated b*tches, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
f*cked up a reel, broke for the week, but this week I count stacks
My family cried, like way too much, I had to tell 'em, "That's that"
Ohhhh

[Refrain: Pryde]
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no

[Verse 2: Pryde]
They try to kill me, but these haters kill me
I'm laughing, it's silly
I'm close to a milli
b*tches, they tempt me
My tank ain't on empty
And if you ain't with me, then do what you want
In the city, motherf*ckers want my head
Back the f*ck up off me, get you some money instead
Tried to tell you all this sh*t, like again and again
We ain't f*cking friends, we ain't motherf*cking friends

[Pre-hook: Pryde]
I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
My old crew, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
f*cked up a reel, broke for the week, but this week I count stacks
Slept on the couch, but got too stressed out, had to tell them, "That's that"
Ohhhh
[Refrain: Pryde]
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no

I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no

[Outro: Pryde]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Written on the walls, they want me dead
I ain't gotta talk to you no more
I just know you're aiming at my head
b*tches, hoes, and dudes that act like pussies
Always wanna come and try to push me
Always wanna come and try to end me
Always wanna come and try to tempt me
I ain't on the wave or tryna fight
Leave my house like I might die tonight
Rolled a paper, make me fly to heights
Will I be rich at 25? I might
You ain't gotta try to come convince me
I know all you motherf*ckers iffy
Slept on floors and couches, all for this dream
And I don't see a chance of me not winning, b*tch
f*ck you
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no