VICTORY II ft. Jocko Slim Lyrics

This is history I promised you

See it ain't shit that we gotta lose

This is victory part two

My life's a movie, no John Hughes

Too slight, what's a day off?

A competition?, we don't play soft

Anti and Jocko up in this bitch

And we running shit, Usain Bolt

Every single day, every single night

I was somewhere getting to the money

Hoes wanna play, niggas wanna fight

Leveled up now they say I'm acting funny

I ain't even tripping when I had friends

Niggas ain't have no peace

Didn't have drive didn't have a whip

Niggas couldn't even get a lease

Top ten list, yeah that's where we pop in

Been in the studio locked in

Bitch you are looking at prophets, uh

This is too easy yo give me a challenge

I'm making hits, Chris Breezy Rihanna

By now you should know us, we running y'all over

We make supernovas, unlimited talent, damn

I'm certified in my own world

I don't need credit from nobody else

I gotta put myself in position

When I needed them, they couldn't even help

It was my pride and her trust

What you think I'm finna put first

Jeff Bezos worth a hundred bill

His relationships still didn't work

Cut that bitch off

Tory turn it up yeah we in motion

Don't you see the crowns on our heads yeah we been chosen

Man I swear my life is like a movie call me Chris Nolan

75 to the 804 if you didn't know it

Going out like Scarface at the end ok I'm reloaded

Go ahead and put 'em on a tee, bet they'll start folding

All you gon' see is R.I.P. on some merch clothing

Rip, rip, rip out the shirt felt like Hulk Hogan

Swear I've been the illest but a nigga never caught Covid like

Keep 'em coughing they don't want no smoke

Met this girl at a corner store, said she was home alone

Pulled up to her, shawty gave me top, left me comatose

Woke up next morning, saved her number, called her "Throat The Goat"

You don't want an issue see a beast is what I turned into

I could give a fuck about a bridge, I just burned a few

You don't want me to start spazzin', I'mma murder you

Yo Jocko tell 'em what you do

21 years, God still ain't make a mistake

I heard they chasing seven figures, we making it eight

804 and 75 coming straight out of VA

And our future crib man you know it's gon' come with a gate

They wanna know how do we think of these great sentences

They see us as a problem, they thinking we straight menaces

They gangsta in them songs but really they straight innocent

Got my own style, your style I won't mimic it

And if you heard that I'm a dog then you heard right

She gave me one more chance like a third strike

And then I messed up again I was bored hun

Used all three of my strikes and got a fourth one

I'm playing Call Of Duty while listening to my music

She bought me a controller, I probably won't even use it

Can't show them all of my love 'cause they abuse it

And you know it's hard to trust when you ain't stupid