Winners Circle (feat. Vic Mensa)

I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches
 It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin' your bussiness
 Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in 'em
 Closed eyes get led through the darkness
 I need a witness ridin' by myself
 I ain't worried about these niggas, tryna find myself
 Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate
 You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?
 What's the difference between you and them?
 Boys in blue and the boys in white
 I used to be with them
 Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks
 Ridin' through my old hood
 But I'm in that new whip
 Same old burner it got a new clip
 Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip
 Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit
 Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm runnin' through shit
 Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama
 I done seen, niggas sell drugs to they own blood
 I done see cowardss snitch on niggas in they own hood
 I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents
 Just to start a habit that they would inherit
 I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame
 I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name
 I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday
 And my vision gettin clearer everyday
 You take a little Biggie and a little Big L
 Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell
 And you take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got
 The 2016 2Pac, back and improved
 Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove
 You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude
 Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room
 Real nigga, lets get it
 Champagne,
 champagne,
 champagne,
 welcome to the Winner's Circle
 Welcome to the Winner's Circle
 All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing
 When you in the Winner's Circle
 The top feels so much better than the bottom
 I woke up this morning with a fever for life
 A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ
 A flight from New York home
 My bitch tweaking from nights that I never answered the phone
 'Cause she always started a fight
 I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new
 Don't make me,
 don't make me,
 don't make me, I know they want me to
 Become a statistic, with my whip just like my chains
 So that niggas can say I changed
 Like I did all of this work to stay the same, I feel like David Blaine
 Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain
 And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings
 I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach
 I wonder if Cam can really see me at my South by shows
 I got my dogs with me I keep a Rottweiler close
 So if you thinking of runnin' up, nigga wanna reach for my bread
 Best be the gingerbread man hope you can outrun the toast
 'Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding a moat
 Bitch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen on a boat
 Fuck losing my balance I'm in Miami with my talents
 Fucking up the ballots
 Vic Mensa for president never claimed to be a reverend
 I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling
 That hood medicine
 "Another-victim-of-the-drug" sentencing
 "Lock-him-up-make-him-a-good" citizen
 We ain't breakin' even we gon' win against all odds
 So you gonna need an army against our squad I hope you niggas been praying
 Champagne,
 champagne,
 champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle
 Welcome to the Winner's Circle
 All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing
 When you in the Winner's Circle
 The top feels so much better than the bottom
 I know, I've been down that road
 I've been lost before
 Days don't feel the same no more
 And now we on, and now we on
 When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know ya