Keishh - Victorious lyrics

Knots on my everything I'm winning with my eyes closed Bread game on fire We pyro DoubleUp n***a Ain't Gotta Stunt n***a Militia till I die I'm reppin for the young n***as I put you up on game I tell you what it is If you ain't run wit it I'm bettin you wish you did We gone elevate You gone stagnate First up while these chumps stuck in last place I'ma winner boy I say it everyday I mean it I'm winnin and eatin cause drive won't allow me cease it I been deading these records for various seasons 3620 Derby Shire was the was the land of the demons I was born in ratchet land Black man's Pakistan You think I'm scared to die? Show me where the casket at God willing I live God willing I die Not willing fear Definitely not willing to cry My momma told me, Edem you crazy I said ma, I'm still the same promising baby This ain't nothing new to me dawg I been a winner Look into my and tell that you can see a beginner When it comes to the mic I'm a straight line k**a Lebron hairline combined with Godzilla Say what you want you stunt you not realla I wrap that a** up body bag My n***a A lot of dudes spit But not built like me Can't put the hit out and have the beat k**ed like me Can't buy what buy Can't stack what I stack Got a grand in a stash Little change in my bag n***as pay lip service to that blowing fast But you not sh**ting cash till you blow it out your a** Swear that you the man but not that hot If you sit in number one, I'ma take that spot Knots on my everything I'm winning with my eyes closed Bread game on fire We pyro DoubleUp n***a Ain't Gotta Stunt n***a Militia till I die I'm reppin for the young n***as I put you up on game I tell you what it is If you ain't run wit it I'm bettin you wish you did We gone elevate You gone stagnate First up while these chumps stuck in last place x2 Not tight on the microphone, leave the mic alone Ya style washed up, find a retirement home This more than money to me This music my life You heard my old sh** you'd think that I'd never be nice This is hard work, dedication, ambition n***as that abuse the term are jockstrap b**hes Lets get it clear, I ain't no gangster rapper But I ain't taking care Wouldn't hesitate to attack ya Lil Sweet a** n***a you a b**h Y'all n***as act crazy, wonder why I'm losing it Yall got me wildin out, spazzin out Bangin out Swag it out f** the world with my long dick hangin out What you think this rap about? If I ain't have a mic I might explode And choke you n***as put fingers to your lymph nodes You a chump you gone stay a chump Eat your tots forest gump When I see you then it's done Cal got that flavor hip-hop been missin Not kangols and reeboks this different I pen how I feel Not what I think you wanna hear Sales ain't important if the music isn't real I been fiending for it like a crack addict Now I'm back at it s** the life up out a beat Throw Kat Staxx at it Graduated Hard Knocks Head banging hard rock Now a n***a ringing more bells than alarm clocks Knots on my everything I'm winning with my eyes closed Bread game on fire We pyro DoubleUp n***a Ain't Gotta Stunt n***a Militia till I die I'm reppin for the young n***as I put you up on game I tell you what it is If you ain't run wit it I'm bettin you wish you did We gone elevate You gone stagnate First up while these chumps stuck in last place x3