VICTORY LAB

Uh, Malcolm X in my past life, I'm ahead of my time
Born in '96 from a Puerto Rican queen
And an African king, proud of the African in me
Through my third eye I see, I got a bird's eye view
On my quest to save the Earth, but I gotta save me first
That's why I'm soul-searching, nobody's perfect
Made mistakes and learned from 'em
Demons talk to me in my dreams, voices in my head, I can't think
They say I couldn't do it, proved them wrong
Struggled uptown in the Bronx
But Brooklyn in my heart, that's word to moms
On the beat, I'm fronting, I drop bombs
I'm so high, I'm above the clouds
I'm so high, I smoked a spliff with God
Twenty four seven on my job
Twenty four seven on the grind
Boy, you know the mindset is right
Slummy Slummy Gang until I die
They can never ever kill my vibe
You can never ever match my drive
My legacy forever will not die
May god bless the hustle, that's word to MIKE
The next generation just might
The next generation will fight
Gotta fight to live, got a lot to give

I see chandeliers, but I don't need them
We don't have to joke about the seasons
Show me how to do the reason
I'll show you my smile
I see chandeliers, but I don't need them
Oh, I see chandeliers
I see chandeliers, but I don't need them
No

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
Mom scared by the life I'm living
Time slip when I write these writtens
Nightmare and despite, I did it
How come in the night, I glisten?
Moonlight, when it strike, I'm missing
New times getting bright in my prison
Left school, I don't like that prison
Two nights with the scythe, I'm hitting
Sips 'til my eyes start dipping
Red and blue lights, start dipping
I don't do pigs, bro
Do the most for my kinfolk
Hope God gon' bless my hustle
Regardless of sins though
My mind moving too fast
The wind moving too slow, ay
The stars might've flew past
Sky getting too low
Sky getting too low
Sky getting too low

Did it again, hitting the pen
Missing my friends, ditching the end
Spitting this pen, ay, alright
I hear trumpets blaring, I can't see them
I hear the trumpets blaring, I don't see them
Who's the girl that give me that reason
To see, see the beauty inside of us
Did it again, hitting the pen
Missing my friends, ditching the end
Spitting the pen
I see chandeliers, but I don't need them
I see disco balls, they're playing that fever
Just sing it to me again
Sing it to me, sing it to me, sing it to me
Sing it to me again