#SCFirst
Prod. Peril

Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 
Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 

She don’t wanna leave with you no way
Louis V for my shoes, okay
She wanted Prada 
But I gave her nada
She wanted me for my blues okay
Stepping right out and I hop in the foreign
I know they mad ‘cause they life is too boring 
Put on your song everybody be snoring
I took your shorty I’m sorry she whoring
Say just what you want to me but we gon get these millions 
Stack it til it’s taller trynna make it through the ceiling 
They be trynna rock with me but I don’t really feel them
All they do is copy me so motherfuck they feelings
I want it all to live in a mansion
She wanna call but I never answer 
Money been tall it play for the panthers 
Say they been balling but they get canceled 
Hop out the Bentley to hop in the range
Why you comparing when we ain’t the same
I never had it when I was a lame
Funny everything started to change yeah

Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 
Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change

Chauffeur! [Prod. Peril]

prod. sketch.
lyrics:

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

Man it’s hard to put the words together saying how I feel 
Because honestly the ignorance around me never fails
To amaze me
Fuck em though I’m focused on the real 
And they lazy 
I Pick apart they image like a meal 
Niggas crazy
Seen enough, they the bottom tier and that’s a fact 
I ain’t begging for respect but you should know just where it’s at
Niggas talking like they popping when they barely on the map
They be focused on the wrong things all I do is laugh
No pity though I’m finna outwork them
My ear to the streets been connected like a modem
Man I’ll die for this shit, at the top of the totem
They’ll recognize me then but nigga fuck it i’on want em 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

On the real they gon know me when I’m gone uh huh
On they heels they afraid of what’s to come uh huh
Got em lurking so they watching where I’m from
Fake as fuck to me whenever showing love uh huh
And I just get frustrated
Inside my head I’m jaded 
Compare myself to other people but I’m never basic 
I put myself in a position where the envy’s weighted 
It’s like a backpack full of bricks to me I fucking hate it 
They say comparison in this world be the thief of joy 
So when I’m pissed off all I know is breathe some more 
It’s the only way I’ll relax and keep my core
Everybody got they own path so seek what’s yours 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best

Living Proof [prod. sketch]

#SCFirst
Lyrics:

I ain’t nothing like these other people walking with they chest out 
My actions do the talking so my sympathy been fresh out 
I can’t be lacksaadaisical I can’t be having let downs 
This time is whatchu make it so I’m never living stressed out 

Ever since I put together what I want it’s domination
Imma step up to the spot and take the throne like confiscation 
All these diamonds hella froze they catch me shine no constellation 
And I know they on they toes I be on like whatchu saying oh oh 
Victor go the spoils you can tell me this is fitting 
I was on the low but I never tried to fit in
Focused on my goals figured how I’m finna hit it
Now I’m finally on pockets healthy with the spinach 

Bitch I’m blowing up you know I ball I be on TNT
I be all up in lil shorty draws I call her PSD 
Niggas sayin what? Hold no weight they need a GNC
Play me like a fool but that shit old just like a PSP 
Seen it all before I ain’t playing back ain’t DVD
I was on the floor they ain’t help you can’t eat with me
I been all forward but I still ain’t where I need to be
Hunger hitting hard I been famished but I lead the league 
And bitch you know I run it back 
Add the features to my totals my accountant handles that 
I remember I was envious of them but not again
This the culmination of what happens when you got a plan oh oh 

Ever since I put together what I want it’s domination
Imma step up to the spot and take the throne like confiscation 
All these diamonds hella froze they catch me shine no constellation 
And I know they on they toes I be on like whatchu saying oh oh 
Victor go the spoils you can tell me this is fitting 
I was on the low but I never tried to fit in
Focused on my goals figured how I’m finna hit it
Now I’m finally on pockets healthy with the spinach

Victor Goes The Spoils [Prod. Sketch]

Prod. Bri-C

lyrics:
To start it off let me tell you how it is 
Never been one to trip on niggas I just mind my biz
But that’ll change when the jealousy be coming for your heels
Ain’t the one that’s problematic but it’s time I switch the gears 

I been plotting on these niggas got a vendetta
And How you lying outcho neck like you been better?
My Heart cold like the winter wearing thin leather 
This ain’t a game to me I go to war in any weather 

Fell in love with money and a lotta car sounds 
Aye
I Got addicted to the way these shorties talk now 
Aye
They try to undermine you when you on the top
But it’s nothing new to me don’t give a fuck they getting boxed out 
Uh uh UH!

Taking trips I’m having dinner in Belize
Problems get a little different when you getting to the green
Know the city never liked me but I’m reppin for the bean
Told me stay down til you come up now so it’s time for me to breathe 

Got my head above the water rising high beyond the clouds 
Trynna spin the story on me but it’s really for the clout 
Running back I got vengeance never going out of bounds
I remember when they passed up on me now they wanna shout like aye

“Where you at how you been what’s good?”
What’s good
But it’s cap they gon want you shook
You shook
Left right i be stepping on they foot
On They foot 
I’m disrespecting cause I think I should 
Uh huh

I been plotting on these niggas got a vendetta
And How you lying outcho neck like you been better?
My Heart cold like the winter wearing thin leather 
This ain’t a game to me I go to war in any weather 

Fell in love with money and a lotta car sounds 
Aye
I Got addicted to the way these shorties talk now 
Aye
Niggas undermine you when you on the top
But it’s nothing new to me don’t give a fuck they getting boxed out 

Man I get it, they gon hate it when you walk like this 
Ain’t pretending that it’s safer on a walk in my kicks
I got standards I know labels still all want my shit 
Prolly why these niggas jealous when they watch my clips 

But I try to just ignore it homie i’on really care
Like to treat em how I should cause they was never really there
They don’t know about the struggle they don’t know about the scare 
Of having no food in the fridge and not a dollar in your hands no no 

“Where you at how you been what’s good?”
What’s good
But it’s cap they gon want you shook
You shook
Left right i be stepping on they foot
On They foot 
I’m disrespecting cause I think I should 
Uh huh

I been plotting on these niggas got a vendetta
And How you lying outcho neck like you been better?
My Heart cold like the winter wearing thin leather 
This ain’t a game to me I go to war in any weather 

Fell in love with money and a lotta car sounds 
Aye
I Got addicted to the way these shorties talk now 
Aye
Niggas undermine you when you on the top
But it’s nothing new to me don’t give a fuck they getting boxed out

Vendetta [Prod. Bri-C]

Conley x Bri-C - from the floor

#SCFirst
Prod. Blemeego

Lyrics:
Turned me to an addict but I don’t know what you’re laced with
Just another passage of this life I tried escaping 
And I was doing fine until you tried to go in lane switch 
And now we out out of time cause it’s hard for me to take this 
I be flipping through them pages 
All the smiles on our faces 
Man I can’t believe you lied 
Said this heart you wouldn’t break it 
All the remnants on the pavement 
Feeling trapped and babe I hate this 
I’m a runaway baby all these demons keep on chasing

But I still feel like I’ve been applying pressure 
But the wounds too big 
Bleeding out on top the stretcher 
I got time and you got time 
Wasting mine but yours I’d never 
One of one anomaly the best and worst girl I don’t get ya
But I guess that ain’t my place though 
You took the pain away then brought it back like eightfold 
Man fuck a jury cause I already know this closed
Girl you need to lay low 
Ghost of you be sitting in my room without a halo 

Turned me to an addict but I don’t know what you’re laced with
Just another passage of this life I tried escaping 
And I was doing fine until you tried to go in lane switch 
And now we out out of time cause it’s hard for me to take this 
I be flipping through them pages 
All the smiles on our faces 
Man I can’t believe you lied 
Said this heart you wouldn’t break it 
All the remnants on the pavement 
Feeling trapped and babe I hate this 
I’m a runaway baby all these demons keep on chasing

They lied cause this ice don’t numb the pain 
But I’m better off, saving tears to flood the Rollie face 
When I walk now, I be chiming 
Dawg I mean, I change the climate 
Girl you make me change my mindset 
Hindsight I still miss the time spent 
But I ain’t going back no more 
Vanilla smell for my decor 
Fresh aroma even though you still ain’t walking through them doors 
Tell me why the ceiling spinning when I’m laying on the floor 
You got me fucked up for real 
I tried to run but can’t more 

Turned me to an addict but I don’t know what you’re laced with
Just another passage of this life I tried escaping 
And I was doing fine until you tried to go in lane switch 
And now we out out of time cause it’s hard for me to take this 
I be flipping through them pages 
All the smiles on our faces 
Man I can’t believe you lied 
Said this heart you wouldn’t break it 
All the remnants on the pavement 
Feeling trapped and babe I hate this 
I’m a runaway baby all these demons keep on chasing

Runaway [prod. blemeego]

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

From apartment to apartment I been living on the run
Tried to leave shit in the past, but it keep on coming up
Vacant lots where I be sitting trynna get this money up
I was rolling with my brodies, know they always show me love
But I know that everything is really out for what it seems
I was stressing with no options here exploding at the seams
If my bro done taught me anything it’s stack by any means 
“Even if you get it dirty there’s a way to make it clean”
Man they don’t know about them nights where I was fed up left alone
My father showed me all the papers said to do it on your own 
I was 15 at the time and been the man inside the own
I was stressing but I promised that I’d make it on my soul
I seen the pain seen the struggle hate to see my mama cry
I was sick and fucking tired trynna barely make it by
You want a difference be the difference words that I be living by
Even if I never make it owe my life to it to try

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

against the wall freestyle [prod. andyr]

Prod. Percy
#SCFirst
Lyrics:
Man they think I’m going crazy skrt off and do the dash
All my ex bitches hate me they’ll never get me back
I’m a Louis V rockstar lil bitch I’m poppin tags
Been a self made nigga
Swear to god I told you that
Bitch I pop out at the function imma pop out with the gang n them
Man you know I get to stepping but just know I never bang in here 
And my chain be doing stunts like now you see me David Blaine in here
I’on need nobody else cause it’s just me and ain’t no changing him 
I was by my doley, never had a thing
Acting like you know me, barely know my name
I can tell you phony, fucking with them lames
Late night I be swerving thinking bout the shit I came from

Bitch I woke up feeling next up 
I don’t need no test run (skr skr)
Charged up
I’ve been moving like a Tesla 
You can say the shit you want
But just know it might get dangerous
I’on even know you dawg so tell me why you trynna hang with us
Whats a Chrysler to a phantom dawg I know you see the difference
Had to level up my standards now it’s everyday I’m winning 
Undefeated (uh?)
Hearing things some niggas say I’m trippin
Niggas acting like they hard but they be barking like some bitches 
Swear to god i feel I’m heartless
If it’s there then bitch it’s froze (uh huh)
Don’t believe me? Go ahead and check the score
Bloody palms be on my back from where they stabbed me dawg they wrong 
I’m surprised that all my vices still ain’t take me 6 below
But I’m in tip top shape
I’on lip lock babe
Please don’t try to fuck with me cause you just in my way
Man I’m stronger than I’ve ever been I’m like a different strain
So I’m hitting just like Barry bonds a legend in this game
And my phone on DND cause nigga i’on wanna talk
They get worried when I’m silent niggas think I’m going rogue
I be focused on these diamonds can’t be focused on these hoes
Put my momma in designer put my father in some more 

Man they think I’m going crazy skrt off and do the dash
All my ex bitches hate me they’ll never get me back
I’m a Louis V rockstar lil bitch I’m poppin tags
Been a self made nigga
Swear to god I told you that
Bitch I pop out at the function imma pop out with the gang n them
Man you know I get to stepping but just know I never bang in here 
And my chain be doing stunts like now you see me David Blaine in here
I’on need nobody else cause it’s just me and ain’t no changing him 
I was by doley, never had a thing
Acting like you know me, barely know my name
I can tell you phony, fucking with them lames
Late night I be swerving thinking bout the shit I came from

Doley freestyle [prod. percy]

Task Force
Produced by Bri-C
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Team be pulling up and looking like a task force
In the Beamer shit be moving like it’s nascar 
I got problems now that I ain’t ever ask for 
Still gon find a way to hate me that’s the sad part 
But I can’t pay no mind to debts that never stack up
Know you need me but I’m gonna need a bag for it 
4k screen when I’m looking at the dashboard
Holiday team still be working like a passport
Had to take them losses but we learned and made it back more 

And I just know to run it up
Man I tripled down them totals that I made in ‘21
Got them pocket watchers mad man i’on really give a fuck
Cause when you getting to that bag man you don’t care about the love
I got idols telling me that imma get it staying patient
Man I always knew the ceiling high but lately I’m adjacent
Man they parallel to what I am they lowly so they hate this 
Swear I never gave a fuck I think it’s time for you to face it
All I know is love be really hatred on the low 
Same ones used to doubt me now they tapping in my phone
Funny how they see the wave and wanna surf it but I know
That these niggas fair weather and they gone before the storm 
I been on the clock, ain’t no breaks when you chosen
Work with what I got, made a name dawg they know this 
Had to bet it all, even when i thought folded
Now I’m cashin’ when niggas told me I should forfeit 

Team be pulling up and looking like a task force
In the Beamer shit be moving like it’s nascar 
I got problems now that I ain’t ever ask for 
Still gon find a way to hate me that’s the sad part 
But I can’t pay no mind to debts that never stack up
Know you need me but I’m gonna need a bag for it 
4k screen when I’m looking at the dashboard
Holiday team still be working like a passport
Had to take them losses but we learned and made it back more

task force [prod. bri-c]

i don't care. 
Produced by Bri-C
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Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told you I don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag
Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told I you don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached 
So lately I’m back in my bag

I been down bad and I hate to admit it
But really I been had a couple of reasons
I was on track trynna get to them racks 
When I had the advance at the top of my DM’s
Fell off the map when I saw whatchu said  Took a turn like a U’ie but I can’t proceed it 
Hole in my heart but I never was bleeding
Feeling immortal I’m knowing you see it
No cap dawg a nigga went AWOL
I’on really even got too much to say dawg
When you giving it your all and your brain goes numb 
That’s a sign that you really shouldn’t stay dawg 
Adding gas to the flame like napalm
She ain’t hearing what I say like Raycon
Know them actions speak louder than words
So stick to the verbs and keep all the say-so’s

Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told you I don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag
Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told I you don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag

i don't care. [prod. bri-c]

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