Testo Victory Lap - AKA
Testo della canzone Victory Lap (AKA), tratta dall'album Altar Ego
I don't know, you know
It's just it's just missing something, you know
It just wouldn't be the same
It wouldn't be the same with that
I believe papa (yeah), I believe papa (yeah)
Yeah that's what it was
Now we the main attraction they clap for us (us)
Waiting on my downfall, ground floor up, that's elevator action
Michael Jackson couldn't be as dangerous
Shit happens, armed with a paintbrush, hope you get the picture
Veins full of bad blood, swat, put a stick up
What your favorite rapper used to be before the bitches
But that's until we follow when it riches
Took it back to the kitchen, like I got motswako ad-libs to my vision
Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikinini
So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me
Ha, kini big deal (kini big deal)
See the times rotate like a windmill, and I will never lose focus
Cry me a river, swag, drip, or ocean
Motherfucker, we came a long way
Once or two, so invite me legal date
Yet summer is still a long way
Marathon, I run this shit at my own pace
How many rappers in the world right now?
Ain't that one of them through it like I?
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up for my victory lap, hands up for my victory lap (toast to the winners)
Hands up for my victory lap, hands up for my victory lap (if you know you're a winner)
Bloody don't stop 'til I say so
Run it all from the ground floor to my angels
Daddy Cool Diesel, heavyweight champ of the people
Future looks bright like casino lights
Wanted that seed 'til my tree grow high
Root of all evil, spare no ego
I keep haters on their toes like Da L.E.S. does
Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza
You in the club acting all famous
Nobody even know what your name is
Plenty bottles but nobody's at your table
This motherfucker acting like some bloody agents (yesses!)
Party like I'm a truck star
Tell a girl drop it low like a sports car
I'm the king, who these jokers in my courtyard
Money talks, I converse with the all star
So you all about the paper
Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining
Tell me something true, tell me nothing about failure
Serving rappers on some 24-hour day shit
How many rappers in the world right now?
Ain't a damn one of them doing like I
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (toast to the winners)
Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (if you know you're a winner)
Give me that old time feeling (what else?)
German automobile with no ceiling (what else?)
Push the button and start with no key ring (what else?)
Bad chicken, I'm blunt with no seedlings
You can still have what you want if you a dreamer
Start thinking out the box, so follow the leader
Huh, how you been through that?
Feel like ending the season when your team do bad
But all I really need is a clean new pen
Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand
I'll be good, you see the hunger in my eyelids
Whether we ball or checking the prices
How many rappers in the world right now?
Ain't a damn one of them doing like I
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (toast to the winners)
Hands up on my victory lap, hands up on my victory lap (if you know you're a winner)
Credits
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Kamohelo Bako, Ntokozo Mazibuko
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