Young Winners

[Intro] What’s your story? Where did you come from? Where you get that from? You know what I’m sayin’? Young winners, big dreams Let’s go [Verse 1] I’m poppin’, we on She playin’ my songs I prefer to just get the dome Or the backside ‘cause I like that position Real young boy with a king intuition Hard like a nigga in prison ?? Ride through the city with a sassy young thing and she part of the committee Girl let’s get down to the nitty gritty If you ain’t wanna flirt then cover your titties Says she wanna boss, want someone like Diddy Ain’t making a band Just made a hundred grand Young winners we got it, man you born not needy just like me Baby so cold, baby so cold Make me wanna tap her on the shoulder, tell her let’s roll To a place where we know we can go Remember when they didn’t even know we can flow? I’m the freshest young kid, most popular Catch me in the city, I’m popping up Ain’t no such thing as a pop of blow ‘Cause you still gon’ forget what you used to know I’m putting on, I’m opening doors I’m loving my high, touching my lows Girl where you wanna get dropped off? We can drive this time with the top off How ‘bout this time I get topped off? Excuse my language, that’s just Spanglish We just had a boy talk ‘cause he famous Getting to wild, gotta tame it Saw a strange sight, I should frame it Just to let you know, we ain’t on the same shit [Hook] I’m poppin’, we on She playin’ my songs I’m rightin’ my wrongs It took me so long I came a far way and I did everything my way That’s progress, my options That took time to process (Young winners, we got it Young winners, we got it, man) (x4) [Verse 2] If you don’t compromise then you gon’ strike Are you ride or die? Please don’t lie See on to the next with it, didn’t realize that she had the best with her S on my chest, I’m Superman Flying through the hood Told the homie what’s good Thought you need a lil' bit of inspiration So I told myself I might as well should Said I might as well should Yeah, I might as well should I’m that dude I wear my heart like a tattoo My life is art My nights are long and my rights are strong Gotta live a little to write this song Gotta focus to be what I’m on Gotta booth smelling like Burberry cologne Young winners, we got it Shaded off in the tropics Talk to the people like a prophet Hope my youngins ain’t misguided Make sure you the flyest And work on your timing Don’t be mad you ain’t shinin’ You can spend that time grindin' Ask about him in the streets They gon’ say a beast Catch her right place, right time, she gon’ freak We squaded up like we gon’ eat Kept the same thought like you gon’ see She yelling out that so CV With a lot more money than my last CD Lot of people thought that they had me beat Til they turned this song as an MP3, like [Hook]