Winning - Tee Grizzley

Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

You from the trenches, you living, you winning

You wake up and go and get it, you winning

You tryna double your digits, you winning

You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning

Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I’m from the trenches, I’m living, I’m winning

I wake up and go and get it, I’m winning

I’m tryna double my digits, I’m winning

I put hot sauce on my chicken, I’m winning

I’m from the trenches, I made it

That’s crazy, it was so dangerous

But I wasn’t scared and I wasn’t hating

I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser

Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it

Then link with the bros in grandmama’s basement

See what we made

He play with us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (Bah)

Dog food, fentanyl

First nigga in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (Skrrt-skrrt)

They don’t like me on the other side

But I’m still getting money over there, I know they pissed off

I’m so surprised that I’m still alive

I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin'

And I ain’t get hit (Nah)

That’s how I know that I’m winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

You from the trenches, you living, you winning

You wake up and go and get it, you winning

You tryna double your digits, you winning

You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winning

Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I’m from the trenches, I’m living, I’m winning

I wake up and go and get it, I’m winning

I’m tryna double my digits, I’m winning

I put hot sauce on my chicken, I’m winning

You need some tree, let me tell Blanko

He send that shit to your mailbox

I’m eating chicken, don’t fuck with tabasco

You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)

Free all my bros out them cell blocks (Free 'em)

They coming home, causing hell, God

Get my boy right for a band, thought

Run up on me, you’s a dead guy

Bro called, said he need an M

I’m like, «Bro, you ain’t never had a ten» (Damn)

But you my brother, I got you (I got you)

We way beyond locked in (Locked in)

Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (What?)

Them boys ain’t never tap in (Not once)

Right now, I ain’t buying no jewelry

Corona made me miss too many backends (Damn)

But when this shit open back up (Open back up)

I’m going straight on my run (I'm going straight on my run)

Hit the ground, running it up (Running it up)

Doing nothing but focusing up on

Winning, winning, winning, winning (What else?)

Winning (What else?), winning (What else?)

Winning (What else?), winning (What else?)

Winning, winning, winning, winning