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.