BIG SEAN

BIG SEAN - Win Some, Lose Some lyrics

rate me

Ft. Jhene Aiko

(Hook)

Ya win sum' & lose sum' , I heard that my whole life

I heard that my whole life, but that doesn't make it right

(Okay, ya got ahead tonight)

Man, that doesn't make it right

Man, that doesn't make it right

How do ya sleep at night?

(Verse: Big Sean)

Sean, nigga ya on, damn, nigga, ya on

Ya was a millionaire but yo niggas is still at home

Damn, nigga, ya did it, but damn it ya did it wrong

Ya got time fo' that gig, but not time fo' the phone (prrr)

Got it right wit yo ends, but fucked it up wit yo friends

I seen yo ass up on TV, touched up on them twins

Ya don't know about hard times, ya clutched up in that Benz

Get tired of fucking hoes then get to fucking their friends, wow

Niggas want handouts, & I only got two

Now I'm on the phone talking to my mom like I only got ya

Getting dressed up fo' court, that's a law suit

Ain't wearing V necks, but niggas ask what happened to the crew

Now I'm in court fo' sum' shit I didn't do

Cause of my nigga, knowing my career could've been through

So when it's time to travel management say I only need two

Listening to them when I'm the one that makes the rules

I'm just a victim of the life tho', that I ain't tryna lose

This the dream, I had a wake up call & missed snooze

Lately tho' my family been too happy

I just turned my momma hooptie to a new Caddy

People thinking I'm rich & I wish they knew that

I been signed fo' 4 years & I'm just able to do that

Worry 'bout my next Rolex time piece

My nigga Tone worry 'bout our sis, Shanice

We supposed to be the role models

No wonder why she wanna smoke weed & skip college

(Pre-Hook)

Is this the example I'm tryna set?

Are these the people I'mma forget?

Are these the times I'mma regret?

Living life wishing I could hit reset but, but

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Big Sean)

Okay, ya win sum', lose sum', break sum', bruise sum'

Life could be a test, multiple choice, choose some

Choose one, stick wit it, man, prove some

Sumetimes the best teachers is ourselves going through sumething

Real life will teach yo ass way fuckin' fast

I always thought my last girl was supposed to be my last

I got 4 aunties, two uncles, one dad

One mom, two brothas, & two hundred niggas mad

& it's only 1 me, divide it & do the math

I'm the one that dropped out, got no time fo' the class

How am I supposed to have time fo' everyone I just said?

I don't even have time fo' everythin' in my head

On my way to see Kim & Ye both tie the knot

Wishing me & ya were no strings attached, but were nots

Man thats drama, drama drama

So deep that call each othas mamas' mamas

We need a break I mean comma, comma comma

I'm trying, homie

But she always picks the wrong time, my phone's dyin' on me

In the bed crying on me, talking lying on me

It sucks to hit the internet & see yo lying on me

(Pre-Hook)

(Hook)

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