Victory

I walk in the bank and I take out a century and I mean literally, yea
Now that's a victory I came too far just to let 'em belittle me, yea
Trap Manny my brother but no he ain't kin to me but he resemble me, yea
We here for each other we come from the gutter where niggas depend on me, yea

Know tomorrow ain't promised
Another day another dollar
Told mama I got her I promise
Stomach touching my back I was starving
Had to conjure myself I was robbing
Too much pride couldn't dig in the garbage
Had to stay peace and trust in the process
Take a look at me now I made progress
Yeah

Trap skin Juveniles taking trips on the road
Got love for each other ain't got the same mother I still call 'em bro
Can't let none these bitches distract me you know they be doing the most
You know that's just the way that it goes
Yea, stay focused on reaching my goals

Riding presidential fuck a politician
Private residential come see how I'm living
I got exotic women I'm in Hollywood with a Robin Givens
She got her body given I come by the hood I just be sliding different
My chances to make it they said it was narrow
Nigga just check the apparel
I gotta stack up that bread til' it's stale
If you take it than I put your head on a barrel
Them niggas thought that I never prevail

I came a long way from the bottom that shit was a journey
I bought some more jewelry copped some more guns for the goons and I bought an attorney
Aim over stupidly I know the judge and the room are just gonna adjourn me
Niggas ain't feeling me, why would I jump in some drama that doesn't concern me
I'm not approachable nor am I sociable nigga
No love in this business you can't be emotional, can't get a quotable nigga

I walk in the bank and I take out a century and I mean literally, yea
Now that's a victory I came too far just to let 'em belittle me, yea
Trap Manny my brother but no he ain't kin to me but he resemble me, yea
We here for each other we come from the gutter where niggas depend on me, yea

Know tomorrow ain't promised
Another day another dollar
Told mama I got her I promise
Stomach touching my back I was starving
Had to conjure myself I was robbing
Too much pride couldn't dig in the garbage
Had to stay peace and trust in the process
Take a look at me now I made progress
Yeah

Trap skin Juveniles taking trips on the road
Got love for each other ain't got the same mother I still call 'em bro
Can't let none these bitches distract me you know they be doing the most
You know that's just the way that it goes
Yea, stay focused on reaching my goals

I walk in the bank and I take out a century nigga
Trap Manny my brother and that's til' infinity nigga
I walk in the
I just woke up and I had an epiphany nigga
I walk in the bank, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Don Van Stavern
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