Album Name

Lifestyle: Glory Days, Pt. 3

Artist

Vic Santoro

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.07.28

Release Agency

사운드리퍼블리카

Bumping fist to handshakes
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets
switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange
certain cheques only speak English
We transitioning
we big boys now
We signing contracts
certain things we avoid now
Raising our children
it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning bigger
and better goals now
I know my grandma
would be proud of me
Got my motivation
from people that always doubted me
Pain really turns into
blessings so in my time of need
I just think back to all the lessons
that have grounded me
We had to try angles
just to see a square
Circle gets smaller
when you’re tryna weigh up
these affairs
Coming from a place
where the leaders don’t reaffirm
God told me Chill young man
soon it’ll be your turn
What you really here for
tell me what your purpose is
Getting to your goals
life believe I really worked for this
Reasoned with myself
like I really got a lot to give
But how am I gonna get there
when I’m meddling
where the bottom is
Got sick and tired
of keep dipping these sirens
Play wolf in sheep’s clothing
and then do realignments
Now we hang it round our necks
we ain’t digging for diamonds
I used to let it ring out
like you’re calling on private
Bumping fist to handshakes
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets
switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange
certain cheques only speak English
We transitioning
we big boys now
We signing contracts
certain things we avoid now
Raising our children
it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning
bigger and better goals now
Running from nightmares
now I’m chasing my dream
Coz I done seen the devil’s smile
in the face of a fiend
Hard times would make a man
of God do dangerous things
A young’n risking his freedom
for chops chains and a ring
Small minded
That’s what success is
you make what they see
See I came from holes
in my trainers
and stains on my jeans
That’s probably the reason
I sold drugs ‘til late in my teens
Round about the time
my older brother created a team
Took the road hustle mainstream
infiltrated a scene
Dodging feds in my hoodie
wearing suits tailored with seams
Sitting in the kitchen
to boardroom tables I mean
Made a transition
shotting eights
to laying sixteens
Do the math
In my thirties I ain’t tryna
relive the youth that I’ve had
Gotta stay focussed
on mortgages and pursuing land
For the children coz trust me
I never knew my dad
Just wanna drop
these jewels on em
we ain’t tryna brag
Bumping fist to handshakes
We transitioning
Ghetto living to landscapes
That’s what the vision is
Slang in the streets
switch it up when it’s business
Foreign exchange
certain cheques
only speak English
We transitioning
we big boys now
We signing contracts
certain things we avoid now
Raising our children
it’s better we put them toys down
We transitioning bigger
and better goals now