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d-cal - victorious lyrics

knots on my everything
i’m winning with my eyes closed
bread game on fire
we pyro
doubleup n-gga
ain’t gotta stunt n-gga
militia till i die
i’m reppin for the young n-ggas
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!lla
lebron hairline combined with godzilla
say what you want you stunt you not realla
i wrap that -ss up body bag my n-gga
a lot of dudes spit
but not built like me
can’t put the hit out and have the beat k!lled 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-ggas pay lip service to that blowing fast
but you not sh-tting cash till you blow it out your -ss
swear that you the man but not that hot
if you sit in number one, i’ma take that spot

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-t you’d think that i’d never be nice
this is hard work, dedication, ambition
n-ggas that abuse the term are jockstrap b-tches
lets get it clear, i ain’t no gangster rapper
but i ain’t taking care wouldn’t hesitate to attack ya
lil sweet -ss
n-gga you a b-tch
y’all n-ggas act crazy, wonder why i’m losing it
yall got me wildin out, spazzin out
bangin out swag it out
f-ck the world with my long d-ck hangin out
what you think this rap about?
if i ain’t have a mic i might explode
and choke you n-ggas 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
suck the life up out a beat
throw kat staxx at it
graduated hard knocks
head banging hard rock
now a n-gga ringing more bells than alarm clocks

- d cal lyrics

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