Benwitdabeatz - The Victory Lyrics

It's late night cold. I'm bold
What's real isn't told and they watch what they show
It's all hoes and dough flashed in our face before
It's an untold code to ruin our life before
We're sold
Set on the story
This road
It's one that we chose
We been on this route before
It's all
Hit me up out ya door
Slam it in ya face of course
Living for the vivid scores
Art prices made with vision sores
Our minds are like prisons
Walled in with division
A devil before me sitting
And I'm fresh out of the picking
This picnic ain't none of your business
I'm tripping off these rocks
I'm smithing and I know you really ain't with it

I know what im given
Real shit from the core
A score they applaud
A pause for the cause
The mosque has been tainted
For false information
The hate has no relation
Blinded fury in the pavement

Digging from the bottom
Bottles buried pick your problems
Pick and chose your battles
Ridicule and laughter
Miniscule in Factors
Hit em with them facts
After the fact
After the math
After the class
Come after the mac