Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe)

Lyrics for Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe)

Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it No kiddin' Breaking down a Swisher in front of yo buildin' Sitting on the steps feeling no feelings Last night, it was a cold killin' 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, playin' "Bulletproof 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 on the low" Flew to Cancun Smokin' Cubans on the boat Then docked at Tulum just to smoke Look Listening to music At the Mayan Ruins True devotion on the bluest ocean Cruisin' My cultural influence even rival Lucien I'm integrated vertically Y'all niggas blew it They tell me, "Hussle dumb it down You might confuse 'em" This ain't that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to (Like the beginning of "Mean Streets") I'm an urban legend, South Central in a certain section Can't express how I curbed detectors Guess It's evidence of a divine presence Blessings Held me down at times I seemed reckless Effort, you got a L but got an E for effort, stretched him Dropped him off in the Mojave desert Then left him Ain't no answer to these trick questions Money makin' Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser Well-known, flick up and jail pose Snatchin' champagne bottles From Ricos 'til T show Whatever, nigga, playin' chess, not checkers, nigga Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas See bro You ain't live and die by the street code Been through all these motions Up and down like a see-saw I can never view you as my equal Fuck I wanna hear your CD for? (Whoa) Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Whoa) Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Whoa) Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (We gotta make it) Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" 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 wastin' air Fuck it though, ya'll niggas scared Eyes opened, I can see it clear They don't make 'em bar 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 makin' mil's Bossed up in this game I been makin' 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 reckless 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" Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, whoa We gotta make it Yeah we gotta We gotta make Oh, we gotta make it Oh, ooh We gotta make it, oh Victory lap