Thelonious Martin - Winners Circle lyrics
[Intro: Joey Purp] Yeah Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though Welcome to the winner's circle Uh, Purple Yeah [Verse 1: Joey Purp] I done seen, n***as that was eaten together fall off the table over b**hes It ain't personal n***a you should be handlin your business Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them Closed eyes get led through the darkness I need a witness ridin' by myself I ain't worried about you n***as, tryna find myself Vision's blurred how about you n***as try to change your fate You k**in' n***as in your hood, you the KKK? What's the difference between you and them? Boys in blue and the boys in white I used to be with them Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip Same old burner it got a new clip Everyday, new young n***a dead on the news clip Every hood, same old n***as don't ever do sh** Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through sh** Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama I done seen, n***as sell d** to their own blood I done see cowards snitch on n***as in they own hood I done seen kids steal d** from their own parents Just to start a habit that they would inherit I done seen, real n***as fall victim to the fame I done seen, b**h n***as get rich and get a name I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday And my vision gettin clearer everyday You take a little Biggie and a little Big L Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got The 2016 2Pac, back and improved Back from the dead back on your a**, back in my groove You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong n***as in the room Real n***a, lets get it [Hook: Vic Mensa] Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle Welcome to the winners circle All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing When you in the winners circle The top feels so much better than the bottom [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] I woke up this morning with a fever for life A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ Flights from New York home, my b**h tweaking from nights That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight I fought my whole f**ing life, that ain't nothing new Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains Just so that n***as can say I changed Like I did all of this work to stay the same I feel like David Blaine Disappearing like the Mayans except a n***a made it rain And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close So if you thinking of running up, n***a wanna reach for my bread Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat b**h I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat f** losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents f**ing up the ballots Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling That hood medicine Another victim of the drug sentencing Lock him up make him a good citizen We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds So you gonna need an army against our squad I hope you n***as been praying [Hook: Vic Mensa] Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle Welcome to the winners circle All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing When you're in the winners circle The top feels so much better than the bottom [Outro: Vic Mensa] I know, I've been down that road I've been there before But days don't feel the same no more And now we on, And now we on When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you