Winners Anthem

[Intro] Talk about hunger my stomach rumbles when I'm eatin' X4 [Verse 1] Talk about hunger my stomach rumbles when I'm eatin', you can hear the struggle in me pumpin' through the speakers, I need this Comin' from a slum that looks for Jesus but only sees his features on diamond-encrusted pieces, we live Amongst a bunch of bloodsuckers and leeches, a number of crooked policemen and hookers with diseases, youngers' pushing drugs They need money for Adidas, I'm just trying to make sure my niece Amelia doesn't see this! That's why I changed my brethren in connection to the streets, because shit peep you get judged by the company you keep, and I see this Now I only associate with people who dream big, but not only dream but turn those dreams to achievements I remember when it rained and it leaked through the ceiling, and to keep the carpet from soaking we'd throw a roll beneath it And the heating went, we were feelin' colder than a freezer, I ain't never doin' that again, you know... [Hook] That's the reason I win! Because Win is what a winner does, never had it easy so believe me I ain't givin' up I look to the sky, dig my heels in the dirt, give it blood, sweat and tears when it's time to go to work That's why I win! Because Win is what a winner does, never had it easy so believe me I ain't givin' up I look to the sky, dig my heels in the dirt, give it blood, sweat and tears when it's time to go to work... [Verse 2] I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I'm wide-awake, writin' tapes at the foot of my bed I'm billin' zoots fillin' rooms with the puckerest peng I'm in the booth killin' tunes, leaving puddles of sweat I'm just doin' what I'm doin', I don't look for respect Respect looks for me cause it looks for the best Youngin', get your notepad, study my steps Why you rappers standin' round me always looking impressed? Cause before Shotty spat, you would fuck up the set! Spit a little 16 and a pull of the decks! I said, "Give me a second just to muster my breath And they can hear the new Shakespeare stood in the flesh!" Now the fans blare their tapes to push through ya checks, grab the one that's labelled "Shotty" and bust it instead Cause I'm serious, this ain't just a hustle for bread, this is me being elite, trust me when I said that... [Hook] [Verse 3] This is to everybody that didn't give me chance, now their takin' pictures of me in my Victory Stance, liftin' my hand As if I was grippin' a picket or flag, sayin' "Believe me I'm achievin' every mission I had!" I ain't been dreamin', I'm foreseein', I'm depicting the plan, choosin' a route to pursuit through as I scribble a map! Ay! All these fake spitters give me a dap, as they make sure the blade is big enough to stick in my back I'm still...pickin' the scabs off the slits in my track, from the last time somebody showed me there's a bitch in a man, but fuck it! I should of envisioned this shit in advance, humans'll do some stupid shit if you just give 'em a chance! I ain't mad, that's the nature of the beast, if you're earnin' then you're eatin, she'll eat you for dinner, but I'm on this! Lookin' for a feast, nothin' thinner, but when I peep in the mirror, all I see is a winner, I'ma win! [Hook]