prod. sketch
lyrics:
Let the records tell it 
I’m a walking prophecy
I’m stepping way above and fire and wide from what they wanna see
I never tried to be nobody else they all wannabe’s
Different than whatever they imagined so they copy me 

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Hope you know I tried my best
Cause I never tried to flex 
Hard I can’t avoid it when my day to day is getting checks 
Signed me a deal and kept all the publishing working hard these the effects
These niggas be capping bout how they be moving they day to day lazy i’m losing respect 
I’ll teach you a class, tell you my origin story and all and how you can prosper
Documenting all the shit like a movie no acting though we really ballin 
I got the work ethic of like thirty horses I be running shit the way I talk it 
Finally put myself up on the map and I done got these record labels calling 
The stu is my office
I don’t got to report to nobody else done talking
I’m self made bitch I’m well paid and that’s all I care about I’m honest 
Told my momma when I’m wealthy I’mma send her out into the tropics 
They don’t wanna see me healthy and they hate the fact that I been polished

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Not The Same [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. Blanco
#SCFirst

lyrics:

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

I can’t let up on these niggas foot to throat I catch ‘em bad 
Roles reversing I was lacking now I’m cooking with some gas 
I won’t lie though cause I’m built for this but human in the end 
Every now again it’s natural to try and not collapse
And they gon say what they say about they racks in the bank 
We know the truth you be cappin let that ego inflate 
I can’t waste time of day there ain’t enough anyway 
But you should throw in the towel boy I’m finished I can’t 
And it’s just another day to me I’m sticking to the mission 
Like I’m playing call of duty all I know is hit precision 
Trynna think of how my brodies finna eat we in the kitchen 
When we pop out on the scene they finna think it was a smith & 

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

Swear to god I been on demon-time I bust my ass for this 
Always getting what I wanted with that hunger catalyst
And I swear by Whatchu learn can make a better bag to get 
When I think about advice I got it wasn’t accurate 
But it’s okay tho cuz we still gon get it done
Know the team be eating heavy like a couple wontons
Niggas sweet as fuck I swear to god I call em bonbons 
Tried to fix the past I never last so I been long gone 
Fuck em all fuck em all please don’t ever think I need you 
I done came too far to be robbed up of my sequel 
I know I say that I don’t trust a lot aint me that’s on the people 
Sick and tired of these goofy niggas all of y’all be seethrough   

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
ped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone

Word Is Bond [Prod. Blanco]

LYRICS:

(BrxkenBxy)

B!

Yeah

1911, set the club on fire
They talkin' wild, never show up
I'm just on they mind
Your boyfriend freeze out in public
Talkin' shit online
I fuck with bad bitches
Keep a hundred dollars in dimes
I know i'm ballin'
I can't conversate with none of you bitches
Money callin'
Got three hundred thousand on the way
You stuck at college
Your mans tryna be me
When i step in collar poppin'
These VVS's prolly blind a bitch
I know you watchin'

Yeah
Rotted out my teeth from sippin' codeine
Hi-Tec, bloody double cup back to the old me
Like watch this
I could take your bitch and leave you lonely
Met that bitch, same night
Now she go down don't even know me
Tell her count it up
I got bands on the way, like i'm heavy metal
None of you boys could catch my wave
I hit the dealer like "it's all in"
Sippin' on somethin' purple
She wan' leave, bitch i got options

(David Burns)

Yuh

And i wont give her time
Tryna make her mind up
She said she in love
I swear to god, she barely know me
Why she got all of those crosses on her body?
She ain't holy
Throw it in
I called her a swimmer how she dive in
Said she feel like cinderella when we ridin'
300 on my dash, i turned my car into olympics
The wire hit my line, that's what i sparkled up my wrist with
VVS diamonds on my neck, a lot of sixes
Said she got a man so i wont put her in no pictures
I'm toxic
I can't make my mind up
I might ghost her in a phantom
I think she fell in love to hard
Cause now she throwin' tantrums
Tell her i like playing dumb
Fuck all of that drama
Told my brother he like playin' with drums
Uh huh

(BrxkenBxy)

Yeah

1911, set the club on fire
They talkin' wild, never show up
I'm just on they mind
Your boyfriend freeze out in public
Talkin' shit online
I fuck with bad bitches
Keep a hundred dollars in dimes
I know i'm ballin'
I can't conversate with none of you bitches
Money callin'
Got three hundred thousand on the way
You stuck at college
Your mans tryna be me
When i step in collar poppin'
These VVS's prolly blind a bitch
I know you watchin'

On They Mind

on they mind (Ft. David Burns)

SNOW ANGELS

A Thousand X

And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 
And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 

I got bread to keep me winning I’ll keep spinning til I’m gone 
Heard they wanna hit me with it that’s too bad I’m going rogue 
Niggas getting disrespectful and forgetting bout the code 
You can’t say it to my face then don’t be saying shit at all 
Niggas stepping on my block that’s how they turned my hood a circus 
Pussy tried to prove a point he learning quick that shit ain’t worth it 
I got fits inside my closet that’s worth more than half a birkin
I make triple Whatchu getting and I’m barely fucking working
My cologne be on some other shit I prolly can’t pronounce 
Y’all been off your fuckin rocker Trynna step to my accounts 
Trim the fat and cut the circle of some hoes I’ll do without
Now we riding round yo city turn your cousin into loud huh 

And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 
And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low

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