Victory
They tried to tell me I wasn't nothin' But I took that and then prevailed
Gotta get rich by any means, know when I die I'm goin' to hell
I tried before and then I failed, you think I ain't wan' give up
My nigga died I was supposed 14, you think I ain't wan' send nothin' up
Say goodbye to your mama, I know I'm ready to get a mil
In Cali smokin' gelato, me and my cousins in the hills
I was 14 copin' with Big Phillips, death referred to Peels
Speak on my name, I keep my chill, but I know soon they gon' be killed
Say he bloody, it's a bloody sight when I pop out them cuts
On my mama, we done came from drop 50, tryna put him up
I disrespect the opps in every song and they gon' do me what
I was 15 hangin' out the window, flippin' Dually trucks
I never cared to let you know, don't approach me, you ain't gon' poke me
I don't care how much rank you get on my dead niggas, you ain't gon' hoe me
I think he mad about a hoe tell his group chat that he gon' fold me
I been takin' L's my whole life, I think it's time for a victory
They let me in the industry and then it's over for the world
Try run a route, I knock him straight off, he couldn't run his curl
He duck his taco, I mess up in the head, let's go get his girl
Blrrd, hop out them whips, we dump on him and kill the squirrel
Since I was six, I been him, they say I dump like Soulja Slim
She come over, do the impossible, I thought this hoe was Kim
My cousin speaking' down on me, it's cool, I poke him when I see him
He was dissin', got the lo from a hoe, wouldn't wanna be him
Like, what's up, I get rich, Obama's son, I'm riding, round, armored trucks
Been through too much, let you come and kill me, I'm gon' bang it out
My favorite shooter started talkin', it made me sick to my stomach
Kizzy got slimed by a nigga, who I knew since I was a youngin
You think your boyfriend tough, but I can merch on Kizzy, he be runnin
I throw my ski mask, on turn on my demon, time, and I start gunnin
I get on that 100 person, text my phone, I ain't say nothin', she say I'm Frontin
All I want, money and drugs, a hundred shooters come through dumpin
I trap it out like I'm Big Meech, but I want love like I'm YB
And if they ever disrespected, I left stains and r.i.p's
Most of these niggas scared' me, just by the way I look at him
Come through here fishing, I'm a pro, me and bro through the hook at him
Gotta get rich by any means, know when I die I'm goin' to hell
I tried before and then I failed, you think I ain't wan' give up
My nigga died I was supposed 14, you think I ain't wan' send nothin' up
Say goodbye to your mama, I know I'm ready to get a mil
In Cali smokin' gelato, me and my cousins in the hills
I was 14 copin' with Big Phillips, death referred to Peels
Speak on my name, I keep my chill, but I know soon they gon' be killed
Say he bloody, it's a bloody sight when I pop out them cuts
On my mama, we done came from drop 50, tryna put him up
I disrespect the opps in every song and they gon' do me what
I was 15 hangin' out the window, flippin' Dually trucks
I never cared to let you know, don't approach me, you ain't gon' poke me
I don't care how much rank you get on my dead niggas, you ain't gon' hoe me
I think he mad about a hoe tell his group chat that he gon' fold me
I been takin' L's my whole life, I think it's time for a victory
They let me in the industry and then it's over for the world
Try run a route, I knock him straight off, he couldn't run his curl
He duck his taco, I mess up in the head, let's go get his girl
Blrrd, hop out them whips, we dump on him and kill the squirrel
Since I was six, I been him, they say I dump like Soulja Slim
She come over, do the impossible, I thought this hoe was Kim
My cousin speaking' down on me, it's cool, I poke him when I see him
He was dissin', got the lo from a hoe, wouldn't wanna be him
Like, what's up, I get rich, Obama's son, I'm riding, round, armored trucks
Been through too much, let you come and kill me, I'm gon' bang it out
My favorite shooter started talkin', it made me sick to my stomach
Kizzy got slimed by a nigga, who I knew since I was a youngin
You think your boyfriend tough, but I can merch on Kizzy, he be runnin
I throw my ski mask, on turn on my demon, time, and I start gunnin
I get on that 100 person, text my phone, I ain't say nothin', she say I'm Frontin
All I want, money and drugs, a hundred shooters come through dumpin
I trap it out like I'm Big Meech, but I want love like I'm YB
And if they ever disrespected, I left stains and r.i.p's
Most of these niggas scared' me, just by the way I look at him
Come through here fishing, I'm a pro, me and bro through the hook at him
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Writer(s): A’mauri Groce
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