Can't Lose Lyrics

Yea

Bou

Aye

Ain't no way I can lose bitch

I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit

Don't need your two cents

I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris

How could I lose woe?

I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones

Don't let em too close

I'm tryna chase me a dream

And turn em to blue notes

Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it

Saved by the trap this a different religion

Come to this rap I'm the realest admit it

You lookin for cap then keep fishing and fishing

I can't relax til I finish the business

Put myself on bitch I been independent

You know me you know that my hustle relentless

Niggas ain't dealers just fitting a image

I can turn 56 grams into 80

You want it I got it just pull up and pay me

Glock 26 and it don't got a safety

You lit where I'm from you get hate on the daily

Death is a given and life is a maybe

Don't tell me I'm great when I'm pushing up daisies

God got a plan for this Section eight baby

I come from dirt it ain't shit that can break me

Ain't no way I can lose bitch

I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit

Don't need your two cents

I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris

How could I lose woe?

I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones

Don't let em too close

I'm tryna chase me a dream

And turn em to blue notes

Yeaa

Steph on a 50 point night

You

Ain't stepping then step to the side

If

They wanna bargain your price

Then

Them niggas dimming your light

Woah

Who brought the streets back to life

I

Move like a thief in the night

Took

A trip to the bank with that pipe

Yea

I'm in here speaking polite

Aye

Give me my flowers

Came a long way from them government vouchers

I used to dream of me thumbing through thousands

This hustle been keeping my stomach from growling

Aye

Can't leave no shake on the counter

They watching that hatin' shit making me prouder

You give me a offer I'm making a counter

My worth is 10 times what I make off these ounces

Damn

Ain't no way I can lose bitch

I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit

Don't need your two cents

I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris

How could I lose woe?

I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt up these two phones

Don't let em too close

I'm tryna chase me a dream

And turn em to blue notes