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Victory

Hip-Hop/Rap

Victory was released on October 31, 2023 by YFR Records as a part of the album X-Ecution

Song Details

Release DateOctober 31, 2023

LabelYFR Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joshua D Scott

Songwriter

Byron Mack

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Byron Mack

Producer

ID Labs Pittsburgh PA

ID Labs Pittsburgh PA

Recording Engineer

Jordan T. Marion

Jordan T. Marion

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't like you cause you talk too much

Heard you talkin' tough, I'm the one to call your bluff

Whatchu talkin' bout dawg, you ain't fuckin buff

And if we knuckle up, I'm guaranteed to fuck you up

Like who is this cat, dog, (CatDog) you better get back

I like to kick ass, we can go tit for tat

I break your bitch down the middle like a Kit Kat

Ask her why she got my fuckin' name as a tit tat

She just love me cause my whip fast, drift that

It'll give her whiplash, headed to the plug but I don't flip grass

I just get cash, big bags, yeah

I could buy a mall, sell for half and buy the mall back

So don't talk back, I know that you all cap

I really put in work and you ain't even get the call back

If you don't fall back, then I'ma grab a ball bat

Hit your head, send it out the park into the tall grass

It's Muscotti, always on attack mode

and they call me MoneyMu that's cause of the cash flow

I've been raisin' hell since a lil' rascal

I crush his Adam's apple with a bat cause I'm an asshole

It's a fact, bro, when I rap flows, other rappers gettin' bashful

Cause I always bring the heat like I been eatin' some Tabasco

See, I am the king and you ain't even in the castle

Game wrapped around my finger, I ain't need a lasso

I walk around collectin' money, lookin' like I passed go

Stitches stick together, so I'm callin' y'all the rat hole

Your girl threw that ass back like shawty lack a backbone

I finish what I started, then I send your daughter back home

Let's go mano-y-mano and stand toe-to-toe

How you wanna do it, we can Ro-sham-bo

Or I can grab a chopper, then I go Rambo and

I'ma let it pop until there's no ammo man

It's undeniable, Muscotti got a fire flow

Third degree burns leave you unidentifiable

So unrecognizable, your mind was so traumatized

So when they ask who it was, I'm indescribable

Every time I rap, the beat goes in a body bag

Shawty mad that I put her boyfriend in a body cast

I spit the truth, that boy Mu passin' polygraphs

You can check my IQ too, I bet it's prolly max

The situation is dire, I got desire to try to build an entire empire

And then I be a boss, no supervisor, super fly in my attire

Yeah, these beats are on the menu, but they're just the appetizer

I'm drinkin' beer and liquor to add fuel to the fire

Mix it with a Red Bull just to make sure I don't tire

I get wired, you get fried up, you start cryin

I get violent, you get tied up, you get dropped off

And nobody gonna find ya

Written by: Byron Mack, Joshua D Scott

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