Zakk Scott - Winner lyrics

[Produced by D-Lyt] [Verse 1] When I was just a youngin', didn't know yet how to shred beats All I wanted was the freshest bike, the newest ten speed So I could jet away - no dead meat, bullies couldn't get to me I'd yet to see, or even be able to comprehend That unless I fought 'em back and threw a punch there'd be no stopping them From taking my old moccasins, the hand me downs I walked up in And taking all their shots at ribs so I could not breathe oxygen Somehow got caught up in it, go to school and hide my a** And if I ever got that bike I'd've probably got the tires slashed Constantly taunting me, clever kid who knew to never snitch Because I was warned that it'd be the last thing that I ever did So whenever they left marks, had to wear long clothes to kept it hid Now I never was a hoodrat, I'm not saying that I'm Master Splinter But I know that knuckle sandwiches are what I had for dinner Eat dirt for dessert, it's no wonder Zakk looks thinner But the hunger's fueled me now and I'm coming back a winner [Hook] I'm coming back a winner I'm coming back a winner [Verse 2] When I was just a youngin', didn't know yet how to shred beats I was thinking about how to get the newest ten speed That my mom couldn't get me because she couldn't make ends meet She was just trying to keep her family housed until next week There's a reason why it didn't last, you see it's simple math Big family, big bills, minus little cash Equals one big family that can't even climb to middle cla** Which was just another reason bullies had to kick my a** Never got to eat much, kids stole my free lunch, I was so hungry Too poor to afford more, no way out, no hope, and no money Trapped in an isolation and poverty that I never thought would end Probably wouldn't been so bad if I had someone to call my friend But what chance I got to fit in when my clothes don't even fit me I only caught a break when it was cool to wear ripped jeans Till they tore them up it tore me up but you reap what you sew And I'm coming back a winner, like Mac Miller I speak Of the Soul [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm coming back a winner so you motherf**ers watch out You might as well just stop now, you can't f** with this top-notch sound It was a long route with lots of doubt that got me here today But tomorrow I'll have this game locked down like a pre-release at EB Games I took so much sh** as a kid it looked like I was on laxatives So my chosen course of action is of course to give it back to them The cla** clowns in my background that literally kicked when Zakk was down Trying to make a joke of me? I'm the one who's laughing now Thinking that what goes around comes back around, now how that sound? I hated you but I paid my dues and now it's like we traded lives I'm the one who's making money, you're just trying to make it by I'll think of you when I'm making moves because this is what you made me do And I'm thanking you because there ain't nothing else I'd want to get paid to do I just wanted to say to you "good-f**ing-bye dickface I'm through" Broke but never broken, beat but never beaten I'm a f**ing winner now and I'll never be defeated