I got to win I mean I got to win
Everyday I sin 'Cause I got to win
Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
I-I-I-I I can't lose I mean I can't lose
Every day I choose to do wrong
'Cause I can't lose Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me I'm on boy, back
in my zone boy Leave me alone boy, you childish
I'm grown boy I'm known boy
From making these bitches moan boy
Creep to the window When your home boy
I got 'em Quentin Tarantino,
Dogs Reservoir They hate whoever mention

With grapes, when they never are
They always told me Fame and fortune
was never fun Couldn't been a regular
Bet I be a better star So come and get me
Slummin' in Mississippi I bet a jar with a sticky
You suckers ain't fucking with me
I be on the most intelligent Elegant and compelling shit
Then get belligerent And get ignorant on some
nigga shit They say I got it I don't even know
what it is I just know I'm a use it And pass it
on to my kids No more struggling And check stubs
is doubling Yes 'cause we bubbling Just love to rub
it in I got to win I mean I got to win Everyday I sin
'Cause I got to win Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me I-I-I-I I can't lose

I mean I can't lose Every day I choose to do wrong
'Cause I can't lose Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
I'm heavy weighting, indian style
On a pile on money, I'm meditating
Nigga why you hesitating Come and kill me if you
Don't feel me I'll be waiting on you
Middle finger is up If you know that still they
hating on you I'm living in the moment, I own it
Call it a tow mint, breath stinking Been up all
night Drinking 'til my my My head pounding,
My voice sound like Macy Gray Stay the hell out of
my way 'Cause I rain on your macy's day
Nobody mow realer, Willi's on the phone with all

Hoes on the side of the streets hollaring
Goat killer, untamed dough realer
Beat by old nigga All these producers say they
got the fibe But they ain't no dealer
Shit I ain't no dealer I don't fuck with drugs
Laughing at stupid bitches
Out here trying to fuck with thugs
Baby come fuck with us
Big long dick black tip like a sharpie
You mad 'cause you aren't me
I got to win I mean I got to win
Everyday I sin 'Cause I got to win
Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me

Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
I-I-I-I I can't lose I mean I can't lose
Every day I choose to do wrong
'Cause I can't lose Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me Listen I came from nothing
Ashamed of nothing 'Cause that dame you coughing
Give me brain for nothing Open your eyes man
I gave away game for nothing
Watching these pussy niggars out here
Get fame for nothing Don't let these fans

Get you live Li Lo 'Cause music change every season
Like the Cosby show And I be so "Fuck 'em, screw 'em"
How you wanna do 'em Gran' daddy in heaven told me
Send these niggas to him I got to win I mean I got to win
Everyday I sin 'Cause I got to win Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
I-I-I-I I can't lose I mean I can't lose
Every day I choose to do wrong 'Cause I can't lose
Lord please have Mercy, mercy on me
Lord please have
Mercy, mercy on me