Victory Lap

Truth be told, every champion has felt it Every president has felt it Every king has felt it Every lion has felt it Every winner has felt it Every soldier has felt it Every victorious person has felt it The urge to do it Don't you give up on your dream I don't care if you don't have the money, you don't have the help, and you don't have the family for it, and you don't have the background for it, and you don't have the friends for it Don't you give up on your dream Don't you do it Don't you do it Don't you do it Niggas getting money, but you still ain't got no sack And you see I keep the pipe, so I ain't trying to do combat I can put you down first, I get an emergency contact All I see is me, and I ain't got a use No contacts When I really caught his ass he said he, wasn't even on that I can't make this shit up, because its not even no cap and the race a paper chase and I done ran me like four laps And the car with hella guns, like I need me some more straps We can pull up on your block if that's where you want the smoke at How you niggas say you got it, but you ain't getting no check And you really need to learn, but you ain't taking no notes yet You claiming that's your bitch, but you ain't getting you no sex If you niggas think you with it, we can give you the hoe test These bullets penetrate, so they be going through your chest ambulance on the scene, got them cleaning up your mess I could never love a hoe, because I don't need me no stress I don't give a f*ck about you, and I'm not trying to impress But I glow in the scene when I step in the entrance All I get is money, my bankrolls be endless And all my niggas with it, because you know we relentless My niggas hopping out to make your body feel senseless If you live without your pipe, then why you living defenseless Everybody make a bet, because I need a consensus Because you niggas don't hold smoke, and all your murders be senseless But you really just a joke, is what I feel in my senses If you try to play with me, you face the consequences And I'm always in the trap, I gotta pay my expenses And you see me in the game, niggas sit on the benches I be all up in her mouth, she think I might be a dentist Getting paid every day, like I get a percentage But you niggas really finish, like the end of a sentence And I'm always in the stu like I get perfect attendance I can shoot you in yo side and, make you blow your appendix And they won't know how you died untill they do the forensics And your jury looking fake, so please stop rocking that pendant How the f*ck you do the crime, to have a public defendant Now you all up in the cell, because your life just ended Put the switch up on the stick, because the clip is extended If our bond ever broke, then it cannot be mended And you niggas in the way, cause I be really pretending But you see me going up, because you know I'm ascending And I only drop a bag, whenever I be spending And I'm really finna blow, because my time is pending And I only really own, because I don't do no renting And you know when I get own that, mean my name is trending Choppa shields knock you back, and make your body start bending Hit that bitch from the back, and I be pulling extensions Niggas thought he made it safe, but still got shot through the fences I could never trust a soul, what's your real intentions I could feel a bitch vibe, from another dimension So I isolate myself, and put my heart into tension You just trying to stand out, cause you need some attention But you ain't putting no pressure, I'm not feeling the tension All you do is run your mouth, and put my name in your mentions Niggas really be some actors, I don't know who my friends is If you really want some smoke, then catch me up in the trenches