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new young nigga dead on the news clip\nEvery hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\nEvery dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\nBefore I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\nI done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\nI done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\nI done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\nJust to start a habit that they would inherit\nI done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\nI done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\nI done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\nAnd my vision gettin clearer everyday\nYou take a little Biggie and a little Big L\nAdd an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\nYou take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\nThe 2016 2Pac, back and improved\nBack from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\nYou couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\nAsk around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\nReal nigga, lets get it\n\nChampagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\nWelcome to the winners circle\nAll of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\nWhen you in the winners circle\nThe top feels so much better than the bottom\n\nI woke up this morning with a fever for life\nA liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\nFlights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\nThat I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\nI fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\nDon't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\nBecome a statistic with my whip just like my chains\nJust so that niggas can say I changed\nLike I did all of this work to stay the same\nI feel like David Blaine\nDisappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\nAnd I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\nI'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\nI wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\nI got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\nSo if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\nBest be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\nCause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\nBitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\nFuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\nFucking up the ballots\nVic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\nI used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\nThat hood medicine\nAnother victim of the drug sentencing\nLock him up make him a good citizen\nWe ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\nSo you gonna need an army against our squad\nI hope you niggas been praying\n\nChampagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\nWelcome to the winners circle\nAll of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\nWhen you're in the winners circle\nThe top feels so much better than the bottom\n\nI know, I've been down that road\nI've been there before\nBut days don't feel the same no more\nAnd now we on, And now we on\nWhen the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Winners Circle\n  artist: Joey Purp\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\n  Welcome to the winner's circle\n  Uh, Purple\n  Yeah\n\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\n  I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  Flights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\n  That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains\n  Just so that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same\n  I feel like David Blaine\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\n  I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\n  Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n  That hood medicine\n  Another victim of the drug sentencing\n  Lock him up make him a good citizen\n  We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad\n  I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you're in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been there before\n  But days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, And now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you\n"},{"id":38820179,"name":"Winners Circle","trackName":"Winners Circle","artistName":"Joey Purp","albumName":"iiiDrops","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nTurn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\nWelcome to the winner's circle\nUh, Purple\nYeah\n\nI done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\nIt ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\nClosed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\nClosed eyes get led through the darkness\nI need a witness ridin' by myself\nI ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\nVision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\nYou killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\nWhat's the difference between you and them?\nBoys in blue and the boys in white\nI used to be with them\nBoys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\nRidin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\nSame old burner it got a new clip\nEveryday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\nEvery hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\nEvery dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\nBefore I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\nI done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\nI done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\nI done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\nJust to start a habit that they would inherit\nI done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\nI done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\nI done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\nAnd my vision gettin clearer everyday\nYou take a little Biggie and a little Big L\nAdd an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\nYou take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\nThe 2016 2Pac, back and improved\nBack from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\nYou couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\nAsk around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\nReal nigga, lets get it\n\nChampagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\nWelcome to the winners circle\nAll of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\nWhen you in the winners circle\nThe top feels so much better than the bottom\n\nI woke up this morning with a fever for life\nA liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\nFlights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\nThat I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\nI fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\nDon't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\nBecome a statistic with my whip just like my chains\nJust so that niggas can say I changed\nLike I did all of this work to stay the same\nI feel like David Blaine\nDisappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\nAnd I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\nI'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\nI wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\nI got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\nSo if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\nBest be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\nCause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\nBitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\nFuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\nFucking up the ballots\nVic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\nI used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\nThat hood medicine\nAnother victim of the drug sentencing\nLock him up make him a good citizen\nWe ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\nSo you gonna need an army against our squad\nI hope you niggas been praying\n\nChampagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\nWelcome to the winners circle\nAll of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\nWhen you're in the winners circle\nThe top feels so much better than the bottom\n\nI know, I've been down that road\nI've been there before\nBut days don't feel the same no more\nAnd now we on, And now we on\nWhen the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Winners Circle\n  artist: Joey Purp\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\n  Welcome to the winner's circle\n  Uh, Purple\n  Yeah\n\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\n  I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  Flights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\n  That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains\n  Just so that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same\n  I feel like David Blaine\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\n  I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\n  Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n  That hood medicine\n  Another victim of the drug sentencing\n  Lock him up make him a good citizen\n  We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad\n  I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you're in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been there before\n  But days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, And now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you\n"},{"id":3951060,"name":"Winners Circle (feat. 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Vic Mensa)\n  artist: Joey Purp\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\n  Welcome to the winner's circle\n  Uh, Purple\n  Yeah\n\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\n  I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  Flights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\n  That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains\n  Just so that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same\n  I feel like David Blaine\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\n  I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\n  Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n  That hood medicine\n  Another victim of the drug sentencing\n  Lock him up make him a good citizen\n  We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad\n  I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you're in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been there before\n  But days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, And now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you\n"},{"id":25052839,"name":"WINNERS CIRCLE Ft. 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Vic Mensa\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\n  Welcome to the winner's circle\n  Uh, Purple\n  Yeah\n\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\n  I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  Flights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\n  That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains\n  Just so that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same\n  I feel like David Blaine\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\n  I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\n  Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n  That hood medicine\n  Another victim of the drug sentencing\n  Lock him up make him a good citizen\n  We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad\n  I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you're in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been there before\n  But days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, And now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you\n"},{"id":13183272,"name":"Winners Circle","trackName":"Winners Circle","artistName":"Purp, Joey feat. 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Mensa, Vic\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Turn the beat up a little bit, keep my voice with it though\n  Welcome to the winner's circle\n  Uh, Purple\n  Yeah\n\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin your business\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about you niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood but I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm running through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to their own blood\n  I done see cowards snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  You take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  Flights from New York home, my bitch tweaking from nights\n  That I never answered the phone cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic with my whip just like my chains\n  Just so that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same\n  I feel like David Blaine\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me from my South By shows\n  I got my dogs with me, I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of running up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man, hope you can outrun the toast\n  Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding in a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle, I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance, I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president, never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n  That hood medicine\n  Another victim of the drug sentencing\n  Lock him up make him a good citizen\n  We ain't breaking even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad\n  I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the winner's circle\n  Welcome to the winners circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you're in the winners circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been there before\n  But days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, And now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know you\n"},{"id":32758579,"name":"Winners Circle (feat. 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Vic Mensa)\n  artist: Joey Purp, Vic Mensa\n  album: iiiDrops\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I done seen, niggas that was eatin' together fall off the table over bitches\n  It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin' your bussiness\n  Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in 'em\n  Closed eyes get led through the darkness\n  I need a witness ridin' by myself\n  I ain't worried about these niggas, tryna find myself\n  Vision's blurred how about you niggas try to change your fate\n  You killin' niggas in your hood, you the KKK?\n  What's the difference between you and them?\n  Boys in blue and the boys in white\n  I used to be with them\n  Boys in blue sellin' poison white to my own folks\n  Ridin' through my old hood\n  But I'm in that new whip\n  Same old burner it got a new clip\n\n  Everyday, new young nigga dead on the news clip\n  Every hood, same old niggas don't ever do shit\n  Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm runnin' through shit\n  Before I be a deadbeat father I hang myself, on my mama\n  I done seen, niggas sell drugs to they own blood\n  I done see cowardss snitch on niggas in they own hood\n  I done seen kids steal drugs from their own parents\n  Just to start a habit that they would inherit\n  I done seen, real niggas fall victim to the fame\n  I done seen, bitch niggas get rich and get a name\n  I done seen, the same person in the mirror everyday\n  And my vision gettin clearer everyday\n\n  You take a little Biggie and a little Big L\n  Add an adolescent on the corner with packs to sell\n  And you take a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got\n  The 2016 2Pac, back and improved\n  Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my groove\n  You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been that dude\n  Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room\n  Real nigga, lets get it\n\n  Champagne,\n  champagne,\n  champagne,\n  welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the Winner's Circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I woke up this morning with a fever for life\n  A liver full of patron, half a belief in the Christ\n  A flight from New York home\n  My bitch tweaking from nights that I never answered the phone\n  'Cause she always started a fight\n  I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't nothing new\n  Don't make me,\n  don't make me,\n  don't make me, I know they want me to\n  Become a statistic, with my whip just like my chains\n  So that niggas can say I changed\n  Like I did all of this work to stay the same, I feel like David Blaine\n\n  Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga made it rain\n  And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels wings\n  I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies coach\n  I wonder if Cam can really see me at my South by shows\n  I got my dogs with me I keep a Rottweiler close\n  So if you thinking of runnin' up, nigga wanna reach for my bread\n  Best be the gingerbread man hope you can outrun the toast\n  'Cause these bullets will leave you bleeding a moat\n  Bitch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen on a boat\n  Fuck losing my balance I'm in Miami with my talents\n  Fucking up the ballots\n  Vic Mensa for president never claimed to be a reverend\n  I used to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddling\n\n  That hood medicine\n  \"Another-victim-of-the-drug\" sentencing\n  \"Lock-him-up-make-him-a-good\" citizen\n  We ain't breakin' even we gon' win against all odds\n  So you gonna need an army against our squad I hope you niggas been praying\n\n  Champagne,\n  champagne,\n  champagne, welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  Welcome to the Winner's Circle\n  All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn thing\n  When you in the Winner's Circle\n  The top feels so much better than the bottom\n\n  I know, I've been down that road\n  I've been lost before\n  Days don't feel the same no more\n  And now we on, and now we on\n  When the world is on your shoulders everybody wants to know ya\n"}]