Locked in Winning

The clock ticking, the pot hot, the block spinning. I ain't checking on no friends.

I'm just locked in winning. You hear the engine whine and see the tinted

glass move. My circle small, focus on the bag, no room to

lose. Got the plug on the line, he talking six figure plays.

You still front a few bags. Man, we ain't in the same phase.

Don't ask me about the past. I'm living right now, zero flash.

Just low-key moves, stacking up the cash fast. Pavement gritty, the air thick,

the deal clean. Every move calculated, nothing you ever seen. Drop the top