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Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe)

I'm prolific, so gifted

I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding

Breaking down a Swisher in front of yo building

Sitting on the steps feeling no feelings

Last night, it was cold killing

You gotta keep the devil in his hole, nigga

But you know how it go, nigga

I'm front line every time it's on, nigga

Hunnit proof flow, run and shoot pro

458 drop, playing bullet proof soul

Every few shows I just buy some new gold

Circle got smaller, everybody can't go

Downtown diamond district, jewelers like

"Yo, Hussle holler at me, I got Cubans for the low"

Flew the [?], smoking Cubans on the boat

And docked at [?] just to smoke

Listening to music at the Mayan Ruins

True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruising

My cultural revolution even rival lution

They tell me, "Hussle dumb it down, you might confuse 'em"

It's like that weirdo rap ya'll motherfuckers used to

I'm an urban legend, South Central in a certain section

Can't express how I curbed detectors

Yes, it's evidence of a divine presence

Blessings, help me out at times I seen wreckless

Effort, got a L, but got an E for effort

Stretch it, dropped him off in the [?] desert and left him

Ain't no answer to these trick questions

Money making Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser

Well known, flick up and jail pose

Matching champagne bottles from Ricos til' T show

Whatever, nigga, we playing chess not checkers, nigga

Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas

See bro, if you ain't live and die by the street codes

Been through all these motions, up and down like a sea salt

I can never view you as my equal

Fuck I want to hear your CD for?

Yeah, look

I'm finna take it there

This time around I'ma make it clear

Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared

I say it's worth it, I won't say it's fair

Find your purpose or you wasting air

Fuck it though, ya'll niggas scared

Eyes opened, I can see it clear

They don't make 'em ball none

They don't make 'em real

They don't make it where I'm from

They don't take it here

They don't see in due time, I be making mil's

Bossed up in this game, I been making deals

Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real

I got checks and balance

I flex dramatic, other fifty on my neck, just my regular habit

Ain't no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage

I make one phone call and the rest get handled

This just another front step with candles

Lil message from the set, we accept your challenge

We can

Yeah we gotta

We gotta make

Oh, we gotta make it

We gotta make it

Victory Lap

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