Larry June – Win or Lose (Lyrics & Video)

Win or Lose – Larry June Lyrics

Aye, somebody gotta win, man

Somebody gotta lose

Ya know what I mean?

Navigating this life shit

This shit so crazy, it's like, shit just be happening

And you gotta just adjust to this shit, fuck it

You gotta stay on track, you gotta move with a purpose

I'm in a spot with a mask, I water whip till it's perfect

Know the game ain't worth it, but we still gotta eat

50 need new shoes, and baby boy gotta eat

I swear I'm all in my head, I be stressin' a lot

But I'm also thankful, God bless me a lot

'Cause I'm makin' a lot, B's shakin' the block

Steady makin' deposits, I'm a grown ass-man

I might slip a little bit, but I come back hot

Might mack a little bit, but I don't got time

'Cause the coupe cost nine, only one of them kind

Yeah, I'm one of them guys, mm-hmm, good job

Ten karat my stone, they won't leave me alone

Why I'm bringin' the pole?

Why my game so strong?

Really, I don't know, really, I just go

Daily I get chose, AP, frost gold

Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose

I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos

Somebody gon' cop, somebody gon' sell

Somebody gon' keep it G, somebody gon' tell

Somebody gon' ho, somebody gon' pimp

Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks

Somebody gon' leave, somebody gon' sit

Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich

Heavyweight in the game, everybody know me

But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me

I was down on my ass, nobody had me

I was living so wrong, but a nigga had to eat

Yeah, yeah

Somethin' 'bout them trees off in California

And what they do in cities when they hit the corner

You can tell what it is when you smell aroma

.35 to the head, put you in a coma

Only in for one night, flight leave at noon

I hit her with the stick, left her in the room

Gotta meet the truck, put the cheese in the tuck

Can't be pressin' luck, makin' sure it always touch

Dirty game, but we play it scurvy

Bottom, she on auto, out in Albuquerque

TSA be trippin' and they probably search me

But all I got are Skittles and a little Hershey's

Checkin' Cho, I'm a cheddar boy

Put a big bag down, any weather, boy

If you see me in the field, know I'm active duty

And her name Ruby, Ruby got a real booty

Somebody gotta win, somebody gotta lose

I'm stackin' up my wins, I'm ridin' twenty-twos

Somebody gon' cop, somebody gon' sell

Somebody gon' keep a G, somebody gon' tell

Somebody gon' ho, somebody gon' pimp

Somebody sell zips, somebody sell bricks

Somebody gon' leave, somebody gon' sit

Only thing I know, nigga, I'ma get rich

Heavyweight in the game, everybody know me

But without the money, cars, and girls, I'm still me

I was down on my ass, nobody had me

I was livin' so wrong, but a nigga had to eat

Yeah, yeah

Aye, look, man

Everything about numbers

That's why everything calculated and accounted for