Win Some, Lose Some
[Hook: Big Sean and Jhene Aiko]You win some and lose some, I heard that my whole lifeI heard that my whole life, but that doesn't make it right(Okay, you got ahead tonight)Man, that doesn't make it rightMan, that doesn't make it rightHow do you sleep at night?
[Verse 1: Big Sean]Sean, nigga you on, damn, nigga, you onYou was a millionaire but your niggas is still at homeDamn, nigga, you did it, but damn it you did it wrongYou got time for that gig, but not time for the phoneGot it right with your ends, but fucked it up with your friendsI seen your ass up on TV, touched up on them twinsYou don't know about hard times, you clutched up in that BenzGet tired of fuckin' hoes then get to fuckin' their friends, wowNiggas want handouts, and I only got twoNow I'm on the phone talkin' to my mom like I only got youGettin' dressed up for court, that's a law suitAin't wearin' V necks, but niggas ask what happened to the crewNow I'm in court for some shit I didn't doCause of my nigga, knowin' my career could've been throughSo when it's time to travel management say I only need twoListenin' to them when I'm the one that makes the rulesI'm just a victim of the life though that I ain't tryna loseThis the dream, I had a wake up call and missed snoozeLately though my family been too happyI just turned my mama hooptie to a new CaddyPeople thinkin' I'm rich and I wish they knew thatI been signed for four years and I'm just able to do thatWorry 'bout my next Rolex time pieceMy nigga Tone worry 'bout our sis, ShaniceWe supposed to be the role modelsNo wonder why she wanna smoke weed and skip college
[Pre-Hook: Big Sean]Is this the example I'm tryna set?Are these the people I'mma forget?Are these the times I'mma regret?Livin' life wishin' I could hit reset but, but
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Big Sean]Okay, you win some, lose some, break some, bruise someLife could be a test, multiple choice, choose someChoose one, stick with it, man, prove someSometimes the best teachers is ourselves goin' through somethin'Real life will teach your ass way fucking fastI always thought my last girl was supposed to be my lastI got four aunties, two uncles, one dadOne mom, two brothers, and 200 niggas madAnd it's only one me, divide it and do the mathI'm the one that dropped out, got no time for the classHow am I supposed to have time for everyone I just said?I don't even have time for everything in my headOn my way to see Kim and Ye both tie the knotWishin' me and you were no strings attached, but were notsMan thats drama, drama dramaSo deep that call each others mamas' mamasWe need a break I mean comma, comma commaI'm tryin, homieBut she always picks the wrong time, my phone's dyin' on meIn the bed cryin' on me, talkin' lyin' on meIt sucks to hit the internet and see you're lyin' on me
[Pre-Hook + Hook]
[Outro]See, the mind is a fucking tricksterIt can fuck you 'round, but your heart will never lie to youAnd that’s why people like you, SeanBecause you talk to them from the heart(Thanks, dad)That’s why you're magical, SeanIt’s no mistake that you’re where you are right nowYou speaking that from your brain, but they hear you from your heartBecause people can see your bullshitAnd I know I’m talking a lot of shit(No, you’re not)But I want you to hear thatBecause I’m a great motherfucker, manAnd I’m very modestYou know, I amAnd I know a lot of shitThey know when you bullshitThey don’t even intellectualize itThey feel itLife is a feeling process