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VICTORY LAP
Hip-Hop/Rap
VICTORY LAP was released on November 25, 2025 by Next Life Entertainment as a part of the album The Reticle and the Chrysalis
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Release DateNovember 25, 2025
LabelNext Life Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KYLER TRAN
KYLER TRAN
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
KYLER TRAN
KYLER TRAN
Lyrics
CAINE
CAINE
Lyrics
Kasey Sepo-Owaleon
Kasey Sepo-Owaleon
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Free
Free
Producer

Lyrics

I be running with the Next Life. Send you to your next life, bitch you better think twice, unless you pay the right price. Take a chance and roll the dice, good or bad you’ll say goodnight. The trap house is the spot. Knowing where I’m going and I’m showing what I got, it’s a lot. Got the 40’ glock, pulled up with the squad, it’s them Next Life muhfuckas who run the fucking shop. Ain’t no questions fuck a opp, watch ‘em drop. Fuck they feelings, it don’t ever stop. Pussies always playing, they ain’t like us, no they not. I ain’t fucking with no bitch that’s fucking running ‘round the block. I seen some of y’all’s bitches running round here like some thots.
I ain’t tryna pose for your photo, fuck the socials hoe. Miss me with that bullshit, I’ma take my shots like Donald Trump, stand up like “what the fuck,” I ain’t done, I’ve been up. In the shadows, but I ain’t lurking. Climbing on my own, why you bitching? What you know about them slick sales? What you know about them bad fails? You ain’t have it, I’ve been young, fuck a stunt. I met the devil, that goes for bitches thought they knew the rebel.
I be laughing at you mothafuckas, bitch, running laps, fuck a track. NLE gon’ put some Shiwis on the map. Fuck a plaque, running up the numbers, put you in a slumber, run it back. Bitch we working every summer for that stack. Racing in for the spot, fuck being last, half of you mothafuckas always fucking up the pack. Ocean views from a penthouse suite. Pearly, satin sheets. Manifest that life, live lavishly. Pay no baggage fee. Fuck you mean? Check yo’ salary before you challenge me. I’m so lit, you ain’t shining bright, check yo’ batteries. Got that rock, we gon’ lock shit down, got the master key. Spittin’ shit like scripture, when you talk it sound like blasphemy. One of one, never obsolete, only one like me. Check the prophecy ‘cause honestly, all I want is peace, but if it’s beef, we burn olive trees. Got the Glock with the 33, shoot like Larry B. Eating steak off the dinner plate, everybody eats. NLE came a long way, so if you hating fuck yo’ energy.
Written by: CAINE, KYLER TRAN, Kasey Sepo-Owaleon
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