Victory Lap

Intro

Yeah

You know when you from where we from?

There ain't no real heroes

You only got your real heroes, and then you got the villains

I'ma tell you about it

Chorus

There's a lot of blood in yo hood when yo hood in blood

When you broke, you gon' stress 'bout the dough in you guts

And you can't stress 'bout the kids when the kids in the club

And the youth tryna flex 'cause they ain't got no love (They ain't got no love)

And they don't wanna talk it out 'cause it don't mean nuttin'

They would rather knock it out with guns and they drums (Brrt)

And they would never stop it 'til there blood on they guns (Brrt)

This a marathon, homie, gotta pace yourself, uh

Verse 1

You come from a place where death is inevitable

Every single day is like a test, I bet y'all felt it

Where every second counts, you gotta make it count

Like how many rappers die every half an hour?

Every other day, another homie gone

Another funeral, another candle lit on the lawn

Another vigil held up on the corner where we used to ball

Another mama cryin', another kid grown up without a dad

Verse 2

Another youth get lost in the system, ain't nobody listin'

Another victim to the politics, another one missin'

I know it get hard, but you gon' survive this

It's only temporary, get the bag, don't get trapped in

The gang violence, the street conflicts

We can't ignore the struggle and the poverty

It's gettin' harder to move through the streets in peace

Chorus

There's a lot of blood in yo hood when yo hood in blood

When you broke, you gon' stress 'bout the dough in you guts

And you can't stress 'bout the kids when the kids in the club

And the youth tryna flex 'cause they ain't got no love (They ain't got no love)

And they don't wanna talk it out 'cause it don't mean nuttin'

They would rather knock it out with guns and they drums (Brrt)

And they would never stop it 'til there blood on they guns (Brrt)

This a marathon, homie, gotta pace yourself, uh

Outro

Keep goin'