Ghetts – Victory

Full cartridge, eleven past ten Friday night
Loco has got man on the grey goose though
So, eyes just fucked right now
But you know what. GH GHETTS IN IT GANG
Yeah yeah all of that but we’re leaving everything
Everything I say, I don’t even care right now
We’re leaving it lots
It is what it is dawg GHETTS IN IT GANG all day say nothing

I’m firing, GH I’m running this entire ting
Even though I ain’t mainstream yet in years to come my struggle will be inspiring
The raise and raise of, inside the mind of a grime god, what else
But there’s always something to prove
So, there will never be a day when I feel like retiring
The journalists keep enquiring, the verdict is its my pride that makes me the lion king
These MCs keep lying in bars, they ain't a lie in the path that I’m writing in
Being a star comes with strings attached like a violin
Fuck the clash it’s the fight within, in this life of sin
You wanna fly and they wanna tie your wings, me I’ll die to win

Chorus
It smells like victory, I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks, but my breath smells like Mr. Min
It smells like victory, I’m on the road now jail time’s history (free man)
Some say my attitude stinks (why they say that)
But my breath smells like Mr. Min (haaa)
I’ve had enough of the comparisons
Don’t compare me to them it’s embarrassing
On road I’m a legend like Marilyn, Monroe so now you know why I’m arrogant
Flow was punch line to throw like a javelin
I am one talented soul so many talents how the fuck do I balance
I was a named brand before I had management
Now I’m on the road, my name’s traveling
Across the globe while you’re at home imagining
You was me that must be so challenging
MCs do you wanna land that so airless "[?]"
I’m carrying those that need dope on my back like a Samaritan
Seeing me fails like catching a post sniffing coke in the attic "[?]"
And when I blow believe it’s no accident

Chorus
It smells like victory (yeah it does), I’m on the road now jail time’s history (yeah, I am)
Some say my attitude stinks (why the say that), but my breath smells like Mr. Min (haaaa)
It smells like victory, I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks but my breath smells like Mr. Min

If you could see the way I’m rocking side to side right now
You would have been basting up, big up man like Loco though
Got man on the grey goose, Friday night, man like dollars outside waiting
So, we’re gonna lock this off in a minute and keep it moving
Fuck a few bitches, one might be yours you know
That’s how it goes, (Haaaaaa) that’s what you do when you’re a free man
Named brand and shit, understand what I’ve accomplished mate
I know the screws are thinking fuck, how’d this, this boy do this
Coz I was trapped in their system you know
I’ll be real with you I was in that system for a long time
But hear what I’m screaming jokes aside, I’m out of that
When the screws see me, its on TV, when they hear me it’s on radio
Get rid of my cell, I ain’t coming back, yeah on another note though
Hold tight my dawgs locked down caught, see what it is
I know what you’re going through, and when you get your change to be free again
Make sure you do your ting right fam, on a real ting, don’t ever let ever ever
Go back to that place, I don’t like no arguing with me or no orders
That’s why I’m a free man today, I got a shift the other day and as a quick reminder of why
I’m staying out, who the fuck do they think they’re talking to
Like you see without the uniform, ours bang you up on a quick one yeah
Don’t get me wrong the grey goose’s got me saying staff
That I’d never say on record on a normal day
But you know what, its how I really feel so fuck it, if you don’t like it suck your mother
It is what it is, GHETTS IN IT GANG all day every fucking day
I’m not gonna say no more, coz I might end up saying something real stupid
(hahahhahhah) Pussy

Chorus
It smells like victory, I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks, but my breath smells like Mr. Min
It smells like victory, I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks but my breath smells like Mr. Min

End