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Win (Featuring Kananji)

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[Verse 1: Black Isco]

Oh Lord, it’s a black god flow
I wasn’t born, I descended from the cosmos
To drop more bars of gold than you can measure
I’m Mansa Musa on his pilgrimage to Mecca
Let’s all come together. The hustle never sleeps
Our table looks better, when everybody eats
An organised unit is dangerous on the front
Five mouths to feed is twenty limbs to hunt
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The hustle’s God body, take His body as bread
Weed out the phonies amongst your familiars
Or one of them could trade you for thirty pieces of silver
Heard it all the time: another day another dollar
We aim to pull a century every twenty four hours
Flowing like the Amazon, shooting down targets
Moving like Bezos, innovate the market

[Chorus: Black Isco]

Oh, that’s how you feel? Well take it on the chin
We grind until we can’t, and then we grind again
Man, you got to love it, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win

[Verse 2: Kananji]

Look
It’s King Kananji on ya, rep impeccable as God
I’m at the pedestal like sentinels, I’m Magic on the guard
I’m Patrick at The Garden, I’ll get you carted
When I get on I go off, don’t get me started
At your head heavy, John Chilembwe holding mass
Esophagus sarcophagus, leave you bodied in a cast
Me and Black sitting back, with a stamp on the game
Talking respect, put some of that on my name
I’m talking W-I-N-N-E-R, we are the champs
I tell no fucking lie, niggas fucking lie, we take a stand
I don’t shuck and jive, niggas duck and dive on solid land
Want to come at I? Please advise your guy that’s not a plan
On top of the podium I be holding that gold
Yeah I’m good, no sodium on my clothes
What’s salt to saucy? I’ve been bossy since Kelis
I ain’t one for begging, I ain’t coming second nigga please, King!

[Chorus: Kananji]

Oh, that’s how you feel? Well take it on the chin
We grind until we can’t, and then we grind again
Man, you got to love it, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win

[Chorus: Black Isco]

Oh, that’s how you feel? Well take it on the chin
We grind until we can’t, and then we grind again
Man, you got to love it, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win
Take it on the chin, my hustlers going in
Something out of nothing, that’s what we call a win