Winners Circle
[Verse 1 F. Mills]
A solo artist, but it's really like I'm not alone
I'm shouting out the Hustle Gang on each and every song
Now some came and gone
I wish em all the best
I hope you find another home and maybe you can rest
See some be sensitive to words, I guess you took offense
Cuz I ain't changing who I was its kinda hard to stress over
And those who try and test they overloading
They try they best to get over
To try out they lil mess on
Faker than a mufucka
Wearing Lee press ons
Gon' you can leave kick rocks get ya step on
They say family even worse they keep the stress on
And since we on our first date
You can keep your dress on
Gentleman to some, but on this song I am a mess on
No respect for it I'm beating my fuckin' chest on

[Chorus: F. Mills]
I'm amongst winners
It's Hustle Gang or nothing
We eat the comp for dinner
You mufuckas stuffin'
Them be the ones in 2nd place
And still be talking tough and
We in the winners circle
Pass the mufuckin muffins
We feasting so good
We out the neighborhood
Skinny, and Snatchaman and B Chanel
I wish you would
Try and pop it they finding yo ass in the woods
You can't stop it we'll hurt you (Yeah)
You can't stop what we worth dude (nahhh)
You can't stop how we work dude
We a sitcom, you guys live in commercials
(2xs) We in the winningest circle
(2xs) Welcome the winners circle
[Verse 2: F. Mills]
I been famous
I was hot before the sun rose
Takin' shots while we pocketing them Euros
We celebrating more
Welcome the hate and more
This only adds to the plush environment figures stored
In stash spots right next to the iron through the door
Losing is not an option
Defending titles like we fighting in the world of boxing, flow is sick
You can mention it with other toxins
Before this shit, I was planning, researching and plotting
Now forward it we just buying in stocks with them options,was born to flip
Hustle Gang taking over the market with ownership, please
Putting a chokehold to the game til that fucka bleed
Stealing ya fans, thieves
You and ya mans leave
We been blessed you ain't even gotta say it, sneeze..

[Chorus: F. Mills]

[Verse 3: F. Mills] (Album version)
Don't get it twisted
We was winning way before Sheen
Numbing tracks give that mutha fucka morphine
Live in a force screen
Blocking haters
We too busy watching four screens, elevators
We just reaching what you never seen
Tell them other teams we only reproducing more green
Plus we never get discouraged silly poor things
We just order more so the fiends can afford me
And I ain't keeping score but sure Hustles in the lead
We hustle in different leagues
The games tight, but we muscle mufuckas, please
See you not built to scuffle
We just fuckin bob and weave
Fuck all that fussing we just crush you other fucks and leave
On vacation Hustle Gang see you should take a leave
Cuz others know we never sleep welcome the dream team
[Chorus F. Mills]