The Jacka, Berner, Freeway - Prize Winners lyrics

In the Benz with a felon
Ridin' around with a Ruger out
Have your ass on one leg
Like a pelican coolin' out
Fucking off bands
Thumbin' through a hunnid count
The day you try rob me
Turn your crib to a haunted house
Really in the streets
This can't be beef the way you run your mouth
Hit you in your kidney
Move to Sydney with my patna
Paper gave me style, not my pal
Then you won't be saved i'm from Killa Cal
Sell brown to get on a wave
Free that boy Max-B, Nutty-B from the cage
Thuggin' for my UK niggas tryna score a raise
Knocked some rich bitches but I stepped
When I saw they ways
Probably cause it's Mothers day
She let her boy harvest when
I couldn't hold my weight
Now we moving catch me in a
Tube and on a wake
Makin' stairs we ain't have a break
Spaz then we clashed like I'm
Slidin' on a home plate
Always bring the trophy home
We are prize winners
Real nigga you can see it in my eyes nigga
Live forever we still alive when we die
Just a kid from the ghetto I swear
To God we the Mob yeah
Always bring the trophy home
We are prize winners
Drug dealer move a quarter key with my nigga
Live forever we still alive when we die
Squeeze the biscuit together I swear to
God we the Mob nigga

Prices on my head I pray
Their pistols will jam
Overnight 20 won't sleep till they land
Light depths got me feeling like I'm the man
2015 gave the windows a tint
Bubble Gum Cookies someone give me a Xan
Mix it with the Gin, I might black out again
Pretty long hair but she stupid as hell
When I drop em & stop
Callin' then they usually fail
Got this for your girl
Yeah her pussy will sell
She stick a finger in the bag and
Hit the bump with her nail
Been around the world no one flyer than me
They don't keep good work or prices like me
40 on my lap when I pull up with Jack
We in the Ak for a week just movin' the pack
Freeze & Ampichino man that's really my fam
Young Bossi and Classy he just
Got out the can

Mob shit, toxic
We known drug dealers that love
Bitches that slide dick
Moved plenty nicks then I moved to the sticks
Grab that nice whip cause flippin'
Yayo was my vice grip keep the heater black
Four-Fever got a nice grip
Run like cheetah 'fore you meet
Up with my heater
I got freaky with your senorita
No I’m not an officer but I
Beat her with the night stick
Life ain't promised but death is
My cousin & my ahki Jack are
A few niggas that I miss
Grinding as far as the rest start reclining
And we use to grab bricks on consignment
Yall simple, I'm like Simon I’m the ply man
And my ahki's in Akron Ohio
Know how to find 'em
They the defense, I’m the offensive line man
Ya’ll we are lions