Always Winnin' - SHAD

Feel me, grown man

Back off the road and in my own home, watching Homeland

And romancing with a mean girl, Lohan

Trying to deprogram, Detox, lace the Reeboks

Set a screen pop then shoot a three off

Then green out with deep thoughts, watching NBC Peacock

Grizz, we stop not, till we EGOT

Quote Jack Donaghy, pro Black Donnely

Punk Pope Francis with a dope rap homily, yo

I read some Facebook posts and I open TextEdit

Cause I don’t blog or Twitter, yaa, I get-get it

And I kinda get Reddit but I don’t really get credit

Not like respect, like actually, I don’t really get credit

I don’t got a credit card, good, no debts yet

At times I go to pay and they say «Yo, we don’t accept debit»

Don’t accept cash?

Well, you make us have to get in debt

It makes me wanna talk Illuminati on my next record

Also rappings who go «I don’t really get credit»

I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’m the best at it

Couple get close when they grind like Next

You know, baby when we’re grinding, that’s «Too Close» by Next

Check it, Shad’s on that silly swag

Jeans got that T-Boz and chilly sag

Seven minute epic rap Iliads

Young black genius, some cats really mad

Even political when I boast now I Billy Bragg

So from punk rockers to gun cockers from dumb jocks to

Young doctors are all saying that I come proper

Like «I knew he had lyrics, but that was a fun concert»

Haters can hate, I’m unbothered, the bottom line is

I’m always winning

I said I’m always winning

Kind of rhymes that got the mommies grinning

Army print and vintage Tommy in my laundry spinning

Speaking of mommies, lot of people call me Pops

Because I’m always watching kids, trying to get it popping

With a couple little poppy hits and they might pop a bit

But look who’s popping Cris in the post season, Popovich

Champagne Papi, but I started from the opposite of bottom

Still on top of it, my dominance is Duncan-esque

The rest is overhyped, these punks is under prepped

And soft as One Direction while I’m sharp enough to puncture flesh

One punch should get you stumbling like a drunken mess

Lungs compress, stuck in a stretcher until they run some test

Uncontestable, born to rest, sun is blessed

So I’mma bring the pressure, I’m even better in sudden death

Forever unimpressed, I’m clever, no wonder heads

Pirate this like discovering treasure in the sunken chest

Motherfunking fresh, the sound of thunder over rumbling jet

Coming from the west where the sun gets set

Not a Brit, but still a London rep

Like I’m double deck busses, watch me bust this like a hundred tecs

IQ measure by one question, who wanna mess

With brother S.K.

Say yes, and you the dumbest yet

Humble vet, still running with anyone that steps

'Til every tongue confesses that your boy belong among the best

Always winning