text: In to Win Lyrics
  Sykes, Sykes
  In to win, cant be in to lose
  I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs
  M way trips with crews, ooh
  Same tracksuit, same shoes
  Still we played the field, they say in your boots
  Ooh ooh
  All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views
  More than enough corn for the whats it
  And it come bigger than Wotsits
  Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it 
  When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
  Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed
  Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard
  Knee, watch and face must be funny, Id rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn
  Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard
  All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here
  Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it aint always been comfort
  You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, thats Southern
  I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, Ill make man dance without hearing no dubstep
  Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did
  Thats got all of them out here trying, but their hearts not in it, theyre tired
  Them man been snitching, they wired
  Pigs never let the gang on wireless
  You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan
  In to win, cant be in to lose
  I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs
  M way trips with crews, ooh
  Same tracksuit, same shoes
  Still we played the field, they say in your boots
  Ooh ooh
  All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views
  More than enough corn for the whats it
  And it come bigger than Wotsits
  Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it 
  When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit
  9 hour trip, thats what you call O, when you hear them say Ken, no they don’t mean Ryu
  It was good to fling water on the wrist, cah jailhouse, I could do Refling it in D’Yeu
  90 on the M with a two and my blue and my boys gon fling it on my yout
  Please be mindful, you think that verbal is cool till youre drenched out lying in a pool
  I aint never played by the rules, do a drill, then I’m top floor lying in a pool
   writing on the wall for myself, old billys just lying on the court
  Still out here, shotty unsawn cah I aint tryna sell myself short
  New dinger, we can fling it in sports
  Tell the opps they gotta crawl before they walk
  In to win, cant be in to lose
  I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs
  M way trips with crews, ooh
  Same tracksuit, same shoes
  Still we played the field, they say in your boots
  Ooh ooh
  All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views
  More than enough corn for the whats it
  And it come bigger than Wotsits
  Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it 
  When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profitEmbed