**INTRO**
Tryna believe all the things that my mama said
Every night when she put me to bed
Kiss to the head, pray for your health
Pray for family, pray for our wealth, pray we had shit to eat
**VERSE 1**
Stereotypically a product of society
My father left the house when I was 6
Didn't say shit to me
Wouldn't even matter if he did that
That man is dead to me
Had to pick myself up, force my growth
Stand on my own two feet
Learning lessons, learning to take the pain
And count it as a blessing
My guardian angel would still make me better myself
I swear she planned it
Preventing me from getting stagnant
**PRE-CHORUS**
So this goes to all the real ones
Like my momma, you had your fears, huh?
Never showed it, you hid your weakness
Almost started to doubt it but you raised a real one
**CHORUS**
A winner albeit a sinner with the skills to kill ya
Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
Like some before I figured I'm worth more than I've been given
Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
**BRIDGE**
These are the days where sinners are winners
Your lovers will kill you and children are dealers
G-G-gone are the ways, ways of the past
That shit, it didn't last (2x)
**VERSE 2**
Mama's wisdom, bedtime creed
Kissed my head, planted the seed
Prayers for health, family's embrace
Wealth to conquer, food on our plate
Society's child, a label they claim
Dad split at six, whispered no name
Dead to me now, a ghost in the past
Picked up the pieces, built to last
**VERSE 3 (FREESTYLE)**
Yo, life's a maze, I'm navigating through the smoke
Generational trauma, that's a chain I broke
Mama's strength runs through my veins, that's no joke
While fake friends come and go like morning coffee
I stay grounded, vision clear when it gets foggy
They say "patience," but I'm hungry, feeling starved
So I carve my own lane, no GPS, no map, no guards
Battling demons after dark, but still I rise
Morning light hits different when you've wiped your eyes
Of all the tears that no one saw you crying
Real ones know the truth beneath the lying
I'm testifying, money's multiplying
But wealth ain't just the cash, it's peace of mind
The kind my mama prayed I'd find
I'm
**CHORUS**[repeat x2]
A winner albeit a sinner with the skills to kill ya
Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
Like some before I figured I'm worth more than I've been given
Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
**FINAL CHORUS**
Million-dollar mind, forefathers' creed
Repeat the mantra, plant the seed
Sinners are winners, the world's turned around
Beg for help, maybe you'll be found
WORLDPATTERNZ
