Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe)

Woah-oh
 Woah-oh
 Woah-oh
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could
 I'm prolific, so gifted
 I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kiddin'
 Breaking down a Swisher front of yo' building
 Sittin' 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
 Hunnid 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 on the low"
 Flew to Cancun, smoking 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, cruising
 My cultural influence even rival Lucien
 I'm intergrated 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 curved detectives
 Guess it's evidence of a divine presence
 Blessings, held me down, at times I seem reckless, F it
 You got an 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 making Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser
 Well known, flick up and jail pose
 Snatch a champagne bottle from Rico's 'til T show
 Whatever, nigga, playin' chess, not checkers, nigga
 .38 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 seesaw
 I can never view you as my equal
 Fuck I wanna hear your CD for?
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets
 Like the beginning of Mean Streets
 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, y'all niggas scared
 Eyes open, 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 ain't see in due time, I be makin' mils
 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
 It's just another front step with candles
 Lil' message from the set, "We accept your challenge"
 Woah-oh
 Woah-oh
 Woah-oh
 Woah, woah
 We gotta make it, yeah, we gotta
 We gotta make it, oh, we gotta make it
 Oh, ah, ooh
 We gotta make it, oh
 Victory Lap