Triumph Songtext

von Wale

Ladies and gentlemen

I ain't tryna be politically correct
But I won't rest till I'm givin' my respect
And my vision isn't set on the money I get
But more less the vest I'm comin' for y'all neck

I ain't [Incomprehensible], just feelin' how you felt
When you came more or less change is imminent
I ask Mr. West for a lil' bit of hope realize us
New niggas gotta get it ourselves

So I dreamed of presentin' myself
And the only thing I fear is I being shelved
The cocky, liveliest for nobody
Booked so many bitches should've been a cum laude

Fuck the comradery with B rate artists
I'm ballin' you niggas is Arliss, so watch this

Always knew where the pot was
With no receivers had the pickin' of a option
Tommie Frazier on the motherfuckin' one or two's
Or Michael Vick, if y'all bark nigga, y'all through

Yea, 25, 25, 25 can I get 30?
My side Jones is fat and my freak Jones is purdy
Why? 'Cause I Mac like Bernie
And she swallow everything like Kirby

Not punkette but I hit it then I duck a bitch
And older women put a nigga on their bucket list
Me against you the movie of the year
'Cause you slum dog and I'm the millionaire

Their buzz Internet and mines in her net
Should know I'm winnin' that Chanel fitted cap
I know they suck I'm just showin you where my city at
Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

But since Mark put a nigga on that lily track
I had the British shows talkin' 'bout bring him back
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
'Cause I been drinkin' till the point that I'm a dizzy rap

Scab, fix up, look shop Joe
'Cause I'm a look that part until I'm all broke, yeah