"Triumph" lyrics
R-Mean & Scott Storch Lyrics
Feeling like I'm born naked
With nothing, all alone, face it
Knew I had to soldier up
Cause the realest be the most hated
Tolerating no fake
Let's separate the gold from the gold plated
This hunger yeah my soul crave it
Soon as I see it I'm gon' take it
When you become a desperado outta desperation
Feel like it's nothing to lose so every risk u taking
So you do what you gotta do to tryna stack soon
The homie be baggin' up baggies in the backroom
Is you sellin' poison or sellin' your soul for the win
Man put some gloves on, that'll absorb thru your skin
Rather die enormous than live dormant
On my Pac yelling "Mama I'm hopeless!"
See my father had to flee
His own country just to die when I was one
I told my mama nah no matter what
No more darkness they call me The Rising Son
Ain't no shadow where there shine no sun
Ain't no shadow where there shine no sun
What's the reason dreams die so young (What's the reason?)
I know my first name Chosen and my last name One
I done finally realized this my calling and God is blessing me
Don't you let nobody distract you from what you meant to be
Strictly focus on Plan A that's what the plan be
If I'm tryna birth my dreams can't have no Plan B
Yeah, you understand me
If I'm tryna birth my dreams can't have no Plan B
All this time I done been patient, don't mind the waiting
I'm coming right when the rap game is ovulating
Local legend, urban legend
A fucking legend in the making
I know my bitch gon' birth a legend
It's legendary shit going on at this very second
Competition get tossed to the side like a murder weapon
You certainly gon' respect 'em
R Dash Mean your times over!
I put my 10,000 hours in twice over
I went from the devil's puppet to God's soldier
I'm like lung cancer to a non-smoker
I done told ya
Diligent
How we move? Militant
Convertible dreams
Sky is the limit no ceilings and
Ain't no walls, building with
Immigrants
Get it? That's realest shit I done ever wrote
Peep the penmanship
Pushed thru this hell, that's what got me to heaven
Trade in the 5 series copped me a 7
It was all a dream look what it turned into
This is my Triumph homie that's word to WU
With nothing, all alone, face it
Knew I had to soldier up
Cause the realest be the most hated
Tolerating no fake
Let's separate the gold from the gold plated
This hunger yeah my soul crave it
Soon as I see it I'm gon' take it
When you become a desperado outta desperation
Feel like it's nothing to lose so every risk u taking
So you do what you gotta do to tryna stack soon
The homie be baggin' up baggies in the backroom
Is you sellin' poison or sellin' your soul for the win
Man put some gloves on, that'll absorb thru your skin
Rather die enormous than live dormant
On my Pac yelling "Mama I'm hopeless!"
See my father had to flee
His own country just to die when I was one
I told my mama nah no matter what
No more darkness they call me The Rising Son
Ain't no shadow where there shine no sun
Ain't no shadow where there shine no sun
What's the reason dreams die so young (What's the reason?)
I know my first name Chosen and my last name One
I done finally realized this my calling and God is blessing me
Don't you let nobody distract you from what you meant to be
Strictly focus on Plan A that's what the plan be
If I'm tryna birth my dreams can't have no Plan B
Yeah, you understand me
If I'm tryna birth my dreams can't have no Plan B
All this time I done been patient, don't mind the waiting
I'm coming right when the rap game is ovulating
Local legend, urban legend
A fucking legend in the making
I know my bitch gon' birth a legend
It's legendary shit going on at this very second
Competition get tossed to the side like a murder weapon
You certainly gon' respect 'em
R Dash Mean your times over!
I put my 10,000 hours in twice over
I went from the devil's puppet to God's soldier
I'm like lung cancer to a non-smoker
I done told ya
Diligent
How we move? Militant
Convertible dreams
Sky is the limit no ceilings and
Ain't no walls, building with
Immigrants
Get it? That's realest shit I done ever wrote
Peep the penmanship
Pushed thru this hell, that's what got me to heaven
Trade in the 5 series copped me a 7
It was all a dream look what it turned into
This is my Triumph homie that's word to WU
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Vincent Van Den Ende, Armin Faramarz Hariri
