I’ve never had a job interview and didn’t get it
I’ve never learned a new word and then never said
I may have got my ass kicked for the past ten years
But I never stepped into a fight without proper assessment
I’m obsessed with the melody
Hear a dope track and hook it with a pedigree of raps that are beyond the average
Spitting so savage it should be a felony
Telling me that you don’t believe that I can do it
When the fact is you are just a mad bitchy truant
Shirking major responsibility, that’s called foolish
While the drive and fire in my eyes keep me moving
I’m human, well, what are you?
Cold and robotic like your heart is R2
You can keep on chewing me out like cougar teeth
But I’m gum, I’ll stick and I’m not sugar-free

All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
And I write ‘till I get these hits to beats
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history
It’s a mystery to these twisted dweebs
How I’ve been like a numb vagina never finishing
Every day I live life like a vivid dream
I’ll be vintage me, Kid Victory

Kid Victory, finally a fitting moniker
I’ve got winning streaks and I’m a constant chronicler
All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history

Rapping right, got a burning hot habit like I did when we won LU’s got talent
See me rap as if I was back on the track running fast like a relapse to 4th grade, not a ballad
Got a callous on my tongue the way I won’t shut up
Yet they still call me fucking fancy like my cock’s done up
23, no kids, like I barely gave a fuck
But I’m bright like when a night evolves into sun up
I stood by my friends even when they got caught car hopping downtown
I’m writing music when alone and talking out loud
Rapper limited while I’ve chopping down bounds with new sounds dropping out this dude’s mouth almost every day
Fresh like I sleep in a Ziplock
I got promoted by Virgin Mobile in six months
I don’t think I’ve ever really failed a test
And my pet cat, Zelda, thinks I’m the best

All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
And I write ‘till I get these hits to beats
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history
It’s a mystery to these twisted dweebs
How I’ve been like a numb vagina never finishing
Every day I live life like a vivid dream
I’ll be vintage me, Kid Victory

Kid Victory, finally a fitting moniker
I’ve got winning streaks and I’m a constant chronicler
All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history

We’ve all had our moments feeling under the weather
Whether or not we believe it these times are for the better
‘Cause I wouldn’t be strong if I never was weak
Those times made me Kid Victory
But don’t worry, Kid Vict had losses too
I could’ve been anything, I had lots to choose
But I stuck to my guns and adhered to my dreams
Those times made me Kid Victory
Every failure to which I’ve ever succumb
Every time I needed stitches ‘cause I got fucked up
Every time that life seemed sick to me
Those times made me Kid Victory

Rapping right, got a burning hot habit like I did when we won LU’s got talent
See me rap as if I was back on the track running fast like a relapse to 4th grade, not a ballad
I stood by my friends even when they got caught car hopping downtown
I’m writing music when alone and talking out loud
Rapper limited while I’ve chopping down bounds with new sounds

All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
And I write ‘till I get these hits to beats
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history
It’s a mystery to these twisted dweebs
How I’ve been like a numb vagina never finishing
Every day I live life like a vivid dream
I’ll be vintage me, Kid Victory

Kid Victory, finally a fitting moniker
I’ve got winning streaks and I’m a constant chronicler
All you haters are is shit to me
My friends call me Kid Victory
You think you’re better than me? That kid’s history