Street Victim, Zakiah, J.J. - Victimized Lyrics

Yeah I do my shit solo
I ain't fucking with no out of town niggas
Cause these fools really hoes though
Yeah I know a couple names that be pushing on them kilos
If you ain't in the field then them niggas need to lay low
Cause these motherfuckers blow for them kilos
We don't fuck around with that fake love, and them fake homies
Always fold up in that spraying point, straight up in that conflict
You the type to fold up in that conflict
I'd have to toss you with them dogs in that mosh pit
I ain't fuck around when it comes to fetty yah
Most the homies come around since fetty yah
Started plotting on my fate, yeah these smooth cats
Who I used to call my homie, established in the ranks
Moved with the feds, and started snitching on they own
You gotta flow through the streets because the rules and regulations
Yeah I live by that code
Let these motherfuckas know I was born with that stitched lip
Informant ass niggas always snitching on they own
Funky ass niggas already picking up they phone
Once they see me in they view
Yeah you know them niggas gone
I be chopping up that soap
Tell em dub after dub chasing fetty yah
So I'm thuggin through these nights
Tell the homies with that heat, cuates y cuetes
Fore' they leave the spot, once I walk around that corner they might smash you out
Stuff you in a whip, and start skirting on that pavement if you got that head cocked
Them niggas got your body huh, hit your fade
Keep your head up, don't let these niggas run your pockets fool
Put your fist up, yeah that fetty yah got put up on your head by the fam huh
Then your body start to flinch huh, you start swinging like a kid now
Now there's blood up on the floor, having flashbacks of a kid now
While I'm riding round my city, got my brother in the passenger seat
Minding my business, look over, he's bouta crash into me
I bust a hard right, fearing for our life
Barely made it out, I caught em at the light
They had us in they sights, seen em mashing towards my whip
Looking for a fight, throw open my door
I got clocked in the eye, planted my feet
And beat the piss out his phony little facade
His homies come to his side, six of ya'll against two people you don't wanna try
I ain't the type to wear a disguise, so if you try and step to me I have to oblige
God I live for the transparency I push through the mic
That's how I live my life, taking it one day at a time
I bet you'll check yourself before you try to come at me and mines
I'm designed with a mind that's inclined to unwind
These people tryna define this generation that I'm in
Ridiculous garbage, I'm tired of all this
Now I'ma do my thing, you gon catch me when I'm rich
Hahaha
Yeah I do my shit solo
I ain't fucking with no outta town niggas cause these fools really hoes though
Yeah I know a couple names that be pushing on them kilos
Yeah, true cause and dealers
They run deep, watch em sleep
Till the fog get clearer
My dogs'll get em
Singing like the psalms of heaven, they fold people
Writing riddles armed curetta
Pick your brain up, elevate get past the line
See you trapping hind the Ville
Aint that hard to find, past knowledge
My past trauma been stuck inside the spirit
Fight the demons, I can't hear em way they whisper like
Yeah, you know we like to feel ya
Magic carpet to the dealer
Uh, always think that I'ma kill ya
Uh yeah, I got bigger plans
Yeah, bigger plans bigger wills
Quick thriller, dope dealer still aint serving hot as me
Hot as steam, serving like I'm pushing nuggets to the fiends
Institutional cappa, I make this moolah of your streams
Traumatized and snapped in silence
Make it to twenty three
Victimized, that's just the way it had to be

Yeah I do my shit solo
I ain't fucking with no out of town niggas
Cause these fools really hoes though
Yeah I know a couple names that be pushing on them kilos
If you ain't in the field then them niggas need to lay low
Cause these motherfuckers blow for them kilos
We don't fuck around with that fake love, and them fake homies
Always fold up in that spraying point, straight up in that conflict
You the type to fold up in that conflict
I'd have to toss you with them dogs in that mosh pit
I ain't fuck around when it comes to fetty yah
Most the homies come around since fetty yah
Started plotting on my fate, yeah these smooth cats
Who I used to call my homie, established in the ranks
Moved with the feds, and started snitching on they own
You gotta flow through the streets because the rules and regulations
Yeah I live by that code
Let these motherfuckas know I was born with that stitched lip
Informant ass niggas always snitching on they own
Funky ass niggas already picking up they phone
Once they see me in they view
Yeah you know them niggas gone
I be chopping up that soap
Tell em dub after dub chasing fetty yah
So I'm thuggin through these nights
Tell the homies with that heat, cuates y cuetes
Fore' they leave the spot, once I walk around that corner they might smash you out
Stuff you in a whip, and start skirting on that pavement if you got that head cocked
Them niggas got your body huh, hit your fade
Keep your head up, don't let these niggas run your pockets fool
Put your fist up, yeah that fetty yah got put up on your head by the fam huh
Then your body start to flinch huh, you start swinging like a kid now
Now there's blood up on the floor, having flashbacks of a kid now
While I'm riding round my city, got my brother in the passenger seat
Minding my business, look over, he's bouta crash into me
I bust a hard right, fearing for our life
Barely made it out, I caught em at the light
They had us in they sights, seen em mashing towards my whip
Looking for a fight, throw open my door
I got clocked in the eye, planted my feet
And beat the piss out his phony little facade
His homies come to his side, six of ya'll against two people you don't wanna try
I ain't the type to wear a disguise, so if you try and step to me I have to oblige
God I live for the transparency I push through the mic
That's how I live my life, taking it one day at a time
I bet you'll check yourself before you try to come at me and mines
I'm designed with a mind that's inclined to unwind
These people tryna define this generation that I'm in
Ridiculous garbage, I'm tired of all this
Now I'ma do my thing, you gon catch me when I'm rich
Hahaha
Yeah I do my shit solo
I ain't fucking with no outta town niggas cause these fools really hoes though
Yeah I know a couple names that be pushing on them kilos
Yeah, true cause and dealers
They run deep, watch em sleep
Till the fog get clearer
My dogs'll get em
Singing like the psalms of heaven, they fold people
Writing riddles armed curetta
Pick your brain up, elevate get past the line
See you trapping hind the Ville
Aint that hard to find, past knowledge
My past trauma been stuck inside the spirit
Fight the demons, I can't hear em way they whisper like
Yeah, you know we like to feel ya
Magic carpet to the dealer
Uh, always think that I'ma kill ya
Uh yeah, I got bigger plans
Yeah, bigger plans bigger wills
Quick thriller, dope dealer still aint serving hot as me
Hot as steam, serving like I'm pushing nuggets to the fiends
Institutional cappa, I make this moolah of your streams
Traumatized and snapped in silence
Make it to twenty three
Victimized, that's just the way it had to be