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[Verse 1: Joey
I done seen, that was eaten together fall off the table over bitches
It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin bussiness
mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them
Closed eyes get led the darkness
I need a ridin' by myself
I ain't worried about you
Tryna find myself, how you niggas try to change your fate
You niggas in your hood, you the KKK
What's the difference between you and
Boys in and the boys in white
I used to be with
Boys in blue poison white to my own folks
Ridin' my old hood
But I'm in that new whip same old burner it got a new
Everyday new young nigga dead on the clip
Every hood same old don't ever do shit
Every dollar in my wallet I'm runnin through shit
Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my
I done seen, niggas sell drugs to own blood
I done see snitch on niggas in they own hood
I done seen kids steal drugs from their own just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done seen real niggas victim to the fame
I done bitch niggas get rich and get a name
I done seen the same person in the mirror everyday and my vision clearer everyday
You take a little and a little Big L
Add an adolescent on the corner with to sell
You a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got
The 2016 2Pac, and improved
Back from the dead on your ass, back in my groove
You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that
Ask around the they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room
Real nigga, get it

Vic Mensa]
Champagne, champagne, champagne, to the Winner's Circle
Welcome to the winners
All of your problems mean, don't mean, a damn thing
When you in the circle
The top so much better than the bottom

[Verse 2: Vic
I woke up morning with a fever for life
A liver full of patron, half a in the Christ
Flights New York home
My tweaking from nights that I never answered the phone
Because she started a fight
I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't new
Don't make me, don't make me I know they me to
Become a statistic or a of the change just so niggas can say I changed
I did all of this work to stay the same
I feel David Blaine
Disappearing like the Mayans except a made it rain
And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on wings
I'm up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach
I if Cam can really see me from my Southside shows
I got my dogs me I keep a Rottweiler close
So if you thinking of runnin' up, tryna for my bread
Best be the man hope you can outrun the toast
Because bullets will leave you bleeding the most
Bitch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen
Fuck losing my balance im in Miami with my
up the balance
Vic Mensa for never claimed to be a reverend
Used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddlin hood medicine
victim of the drug citizen
Lock him up make him a citizen
We breakin even we gon' win against all odds
So you need an army against all squads I hope you niggas been praying

[Hook: Vic
Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcom to the Winner's
to the winners circle
All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a thing
When you in the winners
The top feels so much better the bottom