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Victorious
Hip-Hop/Rap
Victorious was released on August 29, 2025 by 3rd Times a Charm/LIT and Prolific Productions LLC as a part of the album Diary of a Healed Black Man: Ignited
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
Label3rd Times a Charm/LIT and Prolific Productions LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
artí
artí
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
artí
artí
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prolific
Prolific
Executive Producer, Mastering Engineer
Cedes
Cedes
Producer

Lyrics

Wassup, what's good, what's happenin?(Yo?)
Got everybody and they mom attention,(Uh-huh)
Don't start nunin,(Uh-huh) won't be tension
Momma just retired but I'm still putting ****, in detention
Aggravated assault, pen was the weapon(Hm)
It was premeditated, ushering confessions(Hm)
Tallahassee a AKA, steppin' in our DNA
1908 reasons why you can't fuck wit me(Skee-Wee)
And I heard em' say, ain't nothing promised from yesterday(Yeah)
Meaning I gotta spazz today,(Yeah)
This for all the kids who grew up getting bullied aye
For all the brothers who confidence inconsistent wait(What?)
Dancing on depression grave, exalted all them demons
Can't even bat a eye at me,(No sir)
I'm on point, like Cole first mixtape,(Uh-huh)
Coming up clutch, like a Kobe fadeaway(Swish)
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If he don't make ya holla, he ain't a gent
Rookie of the year, rappin' like a vet, ain't heard shit yet
Man down, redrum, quiet on the set,(Let's go)
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If he don't make ya holla, he ain't a gent
Rookie of the year, rappin' like a vet, ain't heard shit yet
Man down, redrum, quiet on the set(What?)
Quiet on the?(What?) Aye, quiet on the set
Beauty supply flags, inspire bird baths,(Uh-oh)
Wanna be gangsta so bad,(Uh-oh) need for acceptance,(Oh no)
Led to false claiming, reppin'(Damn)
Wasn't seeking direction, was hoping for validation,(Uh-oh)
How you bang big B's, and ain't cross the Mason-Dixon?(Let's get to it)
How you crippin' and you in L.A. paying fines?(Uh-huh)
How you Lamron and never froze on the southside?(Fake ass)
Y'all playing wit y'all lives, couldn't do it wit mine
If that made you feel a way the apology is not mine
Had to push my tape back, ****, won't on his grind
After that buddy clientele, subsidized(Oh shit)
That why you don't play wit a spirit, that's divine
That's why when I spit,(Uh) doing it like it's the first time(Yeah)
That's why when I fuck, hit it like it's the last time(Hm)
Long way to go, before I hit my prime
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If he don't make ya holla, he ain't a gent
Rookie of the year, rappin' like a vet, ain't heard shit yet
Man down, redrum, quiet on the set,(Let's go)
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If he don't make ya holla, he ain't a gent
Rookie of the year, rappin' like a vet, ain't heard shit yet
Man down, redrum, quiet on the set(Bitch)
Quiet on the set,(Hm, Hm) Quiet on the set,(Quiet on the)
Quiet on the set, aye
You either a gangsta or a civilian
You need to gangbang them books, instead of trying to be something y'all ain't
Written by: Artice Council III
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