**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

Real ones (Matriarchal wisdom)