Victory, Pt. 2

Figure I need myself some time, brother I need myself some time

Pull up, I speak between the lines, baby I dress outside the box

Baby my pen is off the page, put in that work when I'm off the clock

She wants to talk, I'm like okay, the race is done, but she won't stop

Don't waste your time, only one in my circle, I ain't go to school but I'm a quick learner

God said "get that cash boy, that's your purpose", ace of clubs up my sleeve I serve ya

Batting these runs but you're still trying to curve it

Turn away I fear I'm gone, Burning in my chest, I sauna

Money stash, fellow man I count on, yea I'll worry about that shit tomorrow

I wont even be myself tomorrow, I can't even feel my face tomorrow

I wont even be myself tomorrow, I won't even feel myself tomorrow