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Beck em down
- {Verse 1}
- Victory's my Valentine, I'm in a different lane,
- Still catching stunts, you couldn't function in my frame.
- I don't understand why you keep fucking with my name,
- You keep chasing confrontation, I'm just adding to the shame.
- Fucking around, getting found where your confidence deserted,
- Now your pride's on life support, looking permanently wounded.
- What you expect when you step against an elite point guard?
- I been running up the score, you couldn't even read the card.
- Ain't no repeat, taste defeat, you can play it back,
- Every bar another reason why you shouldn't have attacked.
- Dirty deeds done dirt cheap, but I don't do the discounts,
- Every time you try to measure up, the numbers never work out.
- Go ahead, pick a decision, I'm delivering precision,
- Turn a skeptic into someone suddenly believing in religion.
- You won't know it's over till the final verdict's written,
- By the time you see the difference, everybody else has witnessed.
- {Verse 2}
- Everybody got a letter, but they never make the alphabet,
- Forgettable as fuck, that's why your name ain't made the headlines yet.
- Living with the dread and regret of every challenge that you set,
- You keep gambling on your ego, I'm collecting on the debt.
- I earned my stripes, you still struggling with your conscience,
- Skeletons inside your closet turning whispers into problems.
- So many secrets, got your demons keeping conversations,
- Leave the lights on, maybe that'll help your imagination.
- Eat another bowl of Wheaties, think you're ready for the battle,
- But your whole foundation shaking like a cheap transmission rattling.
- Whole world blurred, every argument's circular,
- Your career's looking terminal, prognosis ain't reversible.
- When the pressure gets applied, you crumple like a paper bag,
- Couldn't solve a single problem if the answer came attached.
- In person, ask me if I give a flying fuck about your feelings,
- I been grinding through the nights while you been staring at the ceiling.
- {Verse 3}
- Heard you driving mama's car, talking like you're self made,
- Got a whole lot of opinions, but your bills ain't getting paid.
- Talking housewife bullshit, acting like you got it made,
- My Levi's cost more than what you brought home on payday.
- Watch it when you open up your mouth and start pretending,
- Every story that you tell got another different ending.
- Heard you got thirty dudes ready to ride for your protection,
- Thirty people in your corner, still can't find a good direction.
- Talking 'bout being ass hurt, that's a hell of an admission,
- You got a whole support group for your lack of competition.
- All that shit you keep on talking ain't improving your position,
- I'm just laughing at the distance between talent and ambition.
- You can keep the accusations, keep the drama, keep the hate,
- I got bigger things to handle, got a legacy to make.
- Victory's my Valentine, ain't no love for imitation,
- You can study every move, but you can't duplicate the dedication.
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