Rapsody - Winners Circle lyrics

[Intro (audio from Lost)] Hurley: How do you know how to do all that? Sayid: I was a military communications officer Hurley: Oh yeah? You ever see battle? Sayid: I fought in the Gulf War Hurley: No way! I got a buddy who fought over there. He was in the 105th Airborne. What were you: Air Force? Army? Sayid: The Republican Guard [Verse 1: Rapsody] Doubt'll k** a man but I am not a quitter That's for suicidal n***as grippin' pistols Couldn't give a sh** if I overdosed on Pepto Bismol 'bout what you think "successful," n***a sh** they stressin' bout? I ain't even stressin', listen A long journey, but at least I'm deeper in my mission If yesterday is a positive then I'm stickin' with it Instant gratification seems to be a problem with us Most rich n***as take losses for they see a million So why we question if it take a while for us to get it? I'm askin' questions broke n***as got no answers to At least broke n***as who ain't got ambition like we do For the summer I sat and pondered on my winner moves 'cause when it all falls, they leave, at least I still got you Appreciate your confidence for not leavin' me, baby Having conversations with myself, but I ain't crazy I'm just a winner, n***a [Verse 2: Kadesia Woods] There's been so much that I've learned in my past Reminiscing on the things we didn't have It taught me to grind and it taught me to dream, I cherish every memory So when you tell me you're proud that I've come so far, it hurts to know where I've been is where you still are Oh I'll keep fighting 'til you're right here with me Oooh, and I'mma give you the world because you're more than worthy And people laugh at my dreams, but I won't let them k** me Mmmm, I can't stop 'cause I got people dependin' on me And their prosperity's the only thing that matters to me [Verse 3: B. Russ] I left what was seen for what was unknown Strayed away from the vision and path, but alas: the prodigal son's home Tell my family and friends, raisin' up the God within Optimistic as Sounds of Blackness when that record spins I've see plenty stuck on the bottle like a broken cap Compromising on who they follow, all a coping act It's k**ing season, target tattooed on my open back Still saying race ain't an issue? You must be smoking crack Stress on the daily, grey my roots like Alex Haley They'd k** me before they jail me, devils try to derail me But praise be to Allah, success an odor, you smell me Could care less if you sell me, nothing that you can tell me Trials, they purify, bare witness: supreme fitness I will never give up, never say "never" except this instance All I ask is for your patience and forgiveness on this narrow road to riches Winner's circle make an entrance, gone [Outro] (Instrumental) [Added Outro] (Instrumental)