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

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

[Verse 2: Vic
I woke up morning with a fever for life
A liver of patron, half a belief in the Christ
Flights New York home
My bitch tweaking from that I never answered the phone
she always started a fight
I fought my whole fucking life, ain't nothing new
Don't make me, don't make me I they want me to
Become a statistic or a victim of the just so niggas can say I changed
Like I did all of this work to stay the
I like David Blaine
like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain
And I'm stepping out of Hermes to on angels wings
I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God coach
I wonder if Cam can really see me from my Southside
I got my dogs with me I keep a close
So if you thinking of runnin' up, tryna for my bread
Best be the gingerbread man hope you can outrun the
Because these bullets will you bleeding the most
Bitch I'm the of my castle I throw my queen boat
Fuck losing my balance im in Miami with my
Fucking up the
Vic Mensa for never claimed to be a reverend
Used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddlin that medicine
victim of the drug citizen
Lock him up him a good citizen
We ain't breakin we gon' win against all odds
So you gonna need an army all squads I hope you niggas been praying

[Hook: Vic
Champagne, champagne, champagne, to the Winner's Circle
Welcome to the circle
All of problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing
When you in the circle
The top feels so much than the bottom