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[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, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches It ain't personal nigga 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 niggas, tryna find myself Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate You killin' niggas 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 nigga dead on the news clip Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents Just to start a habit that they would inherit I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame I done seen, bitch niggas 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 ass, 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 niggas in the room Real nigga, 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 bitch tweaking from nights That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight I fought my whole fucking 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 niggas 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 nigga 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, nigga 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 Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents Fucking 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 niggas 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
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