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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wave Chapelle
Wave Chapelle
Vocals
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radontae Ashford
Radontae Ashford
Songwriter
Zakary Karim Menebhi
Zakary Karim Menebhi
Songwriter
Dacota G. Fresilli
Dacota G. Fresilli
Songwriter
Sean Michael Daley
Sean Michael Daley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dacota G. Fresilli
Dacota G. Fresilli
Mixing Engineer
Menebeats
Menebeats
Producer

Lyrics

Staying in mode all summer to winter
Get every beat and I eat like I was hungry for dinner
More flows more shows finna jump in the sprinter
Play the game on advance yall stuck on beginner
Real **** back in here haters holding back the tears
Bad shorty on the sideline they just clap and cheer
Know it's my time I can feel it in the atmosphere
Savior of rap is here I'm Bron on the cavaliers
They think they like us when they not
I'm on top dawg **** used to serve the jays rocks
Right there by the game stop now days I flame drop
Got me feeling like a hot spring cus the wave hot
Yea it's bout time that I take flight
I grinded late nights in the water with great whites
Foot on the gas as I pass by the break lights
Now pop the champagne cus this what victory taste like
Ricky Bobby you ain't first you in last place
It don't make no sense if you don't bag chase
Need it now everything fast pace
Sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
Call it sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
Feel like sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
The clock tik tock so I stay a busy body
I might pick pocket If I gotta get the broccoli
Give me the karats for my baby's mommy
Outlaw running from the Sheriff and his posse
Now they got me cornered in the hotel lobby
And I'm looking at the concierge like it's time the party
They knew I was the prototype I never been a copy
Watch y'all just to figure out how to not be
I could text you on your little walkie talkies
But all I would say is that this job's not a hobby
I'm already there man it's too late to stop me
I put foot prints in all this wet concrete
And now I stay spinning like a disk jockey
Cus those bullets won't stop a tsunami
We wanna rob the rich but the rich rob policy
And we get apologies, victory probably
Ricky Bobby you ain't first you in last place
It don't make no sense if you don't bag chase
Need it now everything fast pace
Sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
Call it sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
Feel like sweet victory it never leave a bad taste
Written by: Dacota G. Fresilli, Radontae Ashford, Sean Michael Daley, Zakary Karim Menebhi
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