Listen to Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe) by Nipsey Hussle

Victory Lap (feat. Stacy Barthe)

Nipsey Hussle

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Nipsey Hussle - Victory Lap feat. Stacy Barthe [Official Video]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nipsey Hussle

Vocals

Amaire Johnson

Programming

Stacy Barthe

Vocals

Doc Allison

Cello

Lauren London

Vocals

Sap

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alex Turner

Songwriter

Amaire Johnson

Songwriter

Ermias Asghedom

Ermias Asghedom

Songwriter

Jonathan King

Songwriter

Stacy Barthe

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Amaire Johnson

Producer

Ermias Asghedom

Ermias Asghedom

Executive Producer

Matt Jacobson

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Adam Aderbraun

Executive Producer

Samiel Asgehdom

Samiel Asgehdom

Executive Producer

Stephen Donelson

Stephen Donelson

Executive Producer

Steven “Steve-O” Carless

Executive Producer

Dave Kutch

Mastering Engineer

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Mixing Engineer

Sap

Producer

Cyrus Massoud Taghipour

Cyrus Massoud Taghipour

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Garnett Flynn

Recording Engineer

Tyler Page

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could (Oh)

Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could

Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could

[Verse 1]

I'm prolific, so gifted

I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kiddin'

Breaking down a Swisher front of your buildin'

Sitting on the steps, feeling no feelings

Last night, it was a cold killin'

You gotta keep the devil in his hole, ****

But you know how it go, ****

I'm front line every time it's on, ****

Hunnid proof flow, run and shoot pro

458 drop, playin' "Bullet Proof Soul"

Every few shows, I just buy some new gold

Circle got smaller, everybody can't go

Downtown, Diamond District, jewelers like, "Yo

Hussle, holla at me, I got Cubans on the low"

Flew to Cancun, smokin' Cubans on the boat

Then docked at Tulum just to smoke, look

Listening to music at the Mayan Ruins

True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruisin'

My cultural influence even rival Lucien

I'm integrated vertically, y'all **** blew it

They tell me, "Hussle, dumb it down, you might confuse 'em"

This ain't that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

I'm an urban legend, South Central in a certain section

Can't express how I curved detectives

Guess it's evidence of a divine presence, blessings

Held me down, at times, I seem reckless, F it

You got an L, but got an E for effort, stretched him

Dropped him off in the Mojave desert, then left him

Ain't no answer to these trick questions

Money Makin' Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser

Well known, flick up and jail pose

Snatch a champagne bottle from Rico's 'til T show

Whatever, ****, playin' chess, not checkers, ****

Thirty-eight special for you clever ****

See, bro, if you ain't live and die by the street code

Been through all these motions, up and down like a see-saw

I can never view you as my equal

Fuck I wanna hear your CD for?

[Chorus]

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

(We gotta make it)

Like the beginning of Mean Streets

[Verse 2]

Yeah, look

I'm finna take it there

This time around, I'ma make it clear

Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared

I say it's worth it, I won't say it's fair

Find your purpose or you wastin' air

Fuck it, though, y'all **** scared

Eyes opened, I can see it clear

They don't make 'em bar none, they don't make 'em real

They don't make it where I'm from, they don't take it here

They ain't see in due time, I be makin' mils

Bossed up in this game, I been makin' deals

Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real

I got checks and balance, I flex dramatic

Other fifty on my neck, just my reckless habit

Ain't no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage

I make one phone call and the rest get handled

It's just another front step with candles

Lil' message from the set, "We accept your challenge"

[Outro]

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah, woah

We gotta make it, yeah, we gotta

We gotta make it, oh, we gotta make it

Oh, ah, ooh

We gotta make it, oh

Victory Lap

Written by: Alex Turner, Amaire Johnson, Ermias Asghedom, Jonathan King, Stacy Barthe

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