Winners Lyrics

Winners Lyrics by OMAR STERLING

My Whole Team Winning
My Whole team grining
Nobody holy
My whole team sinners
This is advance rap not for beginners
Your whole team begining
Your whole team finish

I send you light, I send you light
Where have you been
I never left this girl a right
Mr. Sterling why so cold with all this ice
Mr. Sterling why so cold but still polite
Life ain’t a game but you know we play dice
We so nice and original over and stripes
We from site (Site 15) where we strike you can’t fight
I ride for my niggas, we know you ride bikes, yeaah
Baby girl you gotta breathe
She’s been through hell and back but you no go see
We call her names but she no dey ‘gree
It’s a cold world, girl you bouta freeze
You know, I ain’t sure you prepared for this
You rehearsed for this, she now smoking weed
Her dad overseas but she’s never seen, him all her life
5 kids, her mom had to make sure they all survive
Daddy said he’ll send money but it was all a lie
Fast forward, they all alive
Every Sunday they go to church and praise Jesus Christ
She said “Nyame na ɛhwɛ nnipa, ɛnyɛ nnipa.
Nkwa yɛ biibia nyɛ sika”, nso girl that’s right
Baby girl that’s right
The high is for the low so she took that flight, yeah

My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished

I’m at loggerheads with my best friend
She didn’t post me, she knows
I’m tryna be known, nobody knows me
She owes me, my insecurities live with me closely
Pretty soon they will expose me
These are words from Abena, a pretty young girl
Beautiful in and out but boy, she can’t tell
Depends on public opinion to survive
and she read in a magazine that beauty sells
Why so insecure, you look amazing
Pay no mind to the haters, they always hating
Chase your dreams, it’s worth chasing
But be patient this life, eno be racing

A wise one said you so used to your features,
you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger
And i felt that
Beware of backstabbers, please you know, the dangerous
We studied the greats, how could we fail
We study real rap in detail
We sold our soul, presale and bought it back, resale
Shouts to my bro, Fishscale
A talent gone to waste, he was the hottest back in the day
now the saddest in so many ways
I never pray, I meditate,
listen to the universe on a daily base, f–k a daily raise
Stephen Appiah flow, bro this be Capito
All the girls dey love me, they call me Papito
Jamaica ein poppy drop
We hit block but we still trot from C1 to Ravico
Big big shoutouts to my bro Kalito, you the shit lo bi lagbito
We are sick, what be placebo?
He said “Mr. Sterling, you are my hero.
Paedae drop a flow, Paedae drop some flames,
the things your raps do to me i fucking can’t explain”
He told me change will come if i believe in change
All I did was believe, things haven’t been the same
Was going through a lot, i took some loss and i took the blame
It is strange where we from and how far we came
Battle of the beast, we from the streets running like a Range
And we don’t diss, we dismiss, it’s evident, it’s lame

My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished
My whole team winning
My whole team grinning
Nobody holy, my whole team sinners
This is advanced rap, not for beginners
My whole team beginning
Your whole team finished