[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Niggas wanna win,
These niggas wanna win,
These niggas wanna win,
Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin' winner,
That ain't how it work though, yeah!
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Ay, ay, disproportionate convictions,
Especially when it come to our case.
You seen the movie, they killed the nigga,
Why you still wanna be like Scarface?
That's why niggas gon' lose, yeah!
I said it, niggas gon' lose, yeah!
And you can have a friend and you can have a Benz,
One's sittin' down, the other's traffickin',
If you get the car, then your friend dies,
Havin' one keeps the other one from happening.
I hope a nigga don't lose,
Fuck that car, nigga, niggas gon' lose, uh-huh!
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And she want love, you only want sex,
You got yours, she didn't get hers,
She got no respect, y'all had a son,
She like, «Fuck you!» she only want a check,
That lil' nigga gon' lose.
Mothafucka, niggas gon' lose!
Yeah, and these rap niggas talk about the hood,
Like we all lames and they seen it,
It's entertaining, it's cool as hell,
That beat dope, that don't mean shit,
That's why niggas gon' lose!
Fuck you talkin'? Niggas gon' lose
If they legalize that whole thing,
They doin' weed, next cocaine,
Niggas ain't gon' have no jobs,
And Wall Street gon' run the dope game.
What a nigga gon' do? Huh?
You niggas gon' lose!
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
And when you see me, you don't see yourself,
That's why I got no problem shootin' me,
Willie Lynch set the shit up beautifully,
One of the reasons niggas ain't got unity,
That's why niggas gon' lose!
Ay, fuck that shit, ay, niggas gon' lose, yeah!
And most hood niggas is good niggas,
In a heartbeat, I'll shed blood for him,
But he too stupid, he won't sit down,
That nigga too hot, I got love for him,
That nigga gon' lose.
On my mama, that nigga gon' lose, yeah!
And you did it 'cause your daddy did it,
But he locked up in there and ain't happy with it,
Do the same thing, get the same results,
If your brain work, then what's the matter with it?
You knew you was gon' lose,
They told you, nigga!
[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
I never met a saint, from no color,
From nowhere, from no other,
From no castle, from no gutter,
It ain't nobody that don't suffer,
Some niggas gon' lose,
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Promised land, I don't believe that,
Had a dream and I don't need that,
Please God, send us some jobs
'Cause my niggas really, really need that,
Or niggas gon' lose.
That's right, niggas gon' lose, yeah!
And we sell dope, then we turn around
Give the white people all our profits.
Take a percentage of that, set it to the side,
And send these lil' niggas off to college,
So niggas don't lose,
Yeah, niggas don't lose, uh, yeah!
And if they offer something, just take it,
Then work hard, don't waste it,
Every castle started at the basement.
Yeah, your manager a racist,
But you're the one that's gon' lose,
That's right, niggas gon' lose.
[Outro: Ty Dolla Sign & Lupe Fiasco]
And these niggas gon' lose, ohh!
I said, I said everybody wanna be a winner,
Everybody wanna be a winner,
Be a mothafuckin' winner,
Never gotta worry 'bout nothing,
But some niggas gon' lose!
Yeah, so niggas don't lose,
And it's fucked up, some niggas gon' lose.
Ay, you wake up and you hear shots,
Mean another nigga got his tear drops,
And you call his phone and ain't pickin' up,
And your stomach hurtin', that fear drops,
I hope a nigga ain't lose.