[Verse 1]
Happiness is coming real nearer
And it's running clearer, like Windex to a mirror
There's nothing to fear or shy away from
Because the pain's weaker and I think that I won
And aw naw, the beat ain't drop
The oven flows still roll, and the beat still hot
And the b's ain't knock, but maybe they will
Because I'm steady getting green like I'm chloraphylled
The wack verse is calling? Put him on hold for your mans
'Cause you know I spit cooler than the flow from your fan
I got more punchlines than a homecoming dance
And I spit more bars than your cell phone can
Spitting fire like the fox that revolved that browser
I swallowed cell towers, I'll vomit bars for hours
I'm a poet with my rhymes, staying stoic all the time
Might call myself a Sharpie 'cause I'm looking ultra fine
I'm flexing on my past me with myself right now
All the girls that didn't like me are coming right back round
This is how a good rap song just might sound
And no Drano is strong enough to pipe me down
'Cause the flow so sick like it's got coronavirus
The lyrics so phat/fat, I'm surprised they didn't die yet/diet
I weave my words to make it seem like I'm flying
And leave you like a movie theater phone: On silent
I'm still looking flashy and staying happy
Even if you lighted a candle, you couldn't match me
I slave these, y'all crave these bars madly
Lyrical acrobatic with it like an athlete
I'm sure you're thinking, "How he sing and rap, man how?"
I tried to cook up metaphors that didn't pan out
But my similes are nifty, come up with them swiftly
Give me a beat and I can handle that sickly
Girls across the country are tryna get with me
You're lying to yourself if you think I'm not pretty
I ain't dreaming these skills either no need to pinch me
My neck is long but more space for hickeys so
Put this track in your house for instant heat for a week
Your knees go weak when I spit this flow so neat
I'm the O.G. and no, I'm not G-O-D
But with a name like mine I'm guaranteed holy (Yee yee!)
[Chorus]
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
So much I can taste it, so much I can taste it
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it
So much I can taste it, so much I can taste it
[Verse 2]
Alright, Past Christian, I didn't wanna do this
You still got problems and I been solved them all like Rubik's
I'm ruthless, I get it moving when it comes to doing this
You like the appendix of my body: Man, you is useless
Christian got auspicious, I'm dishing L's like plates
Reminiscing 'bout those times when I wasn't great
Oh, girls think you're ugly? Man, I can't relate
Smile hard like Aminé with bars delicious like cheesecake
I'm like my arms right now: Really vain/vein
Narcissistic in the dictionary, might see my name
I'm wilding out, getting conceited, it's getting to my brain
This Christian rapping on the scene like his name is Mase
I ran from my misery that I had fat stacked
The finish line was near so I got real fast
Usain Bolting on the track, I might never go back
I hustled like Nipsey, I deserve the victory lap
You're not better than me, stay jealous of me
Yo, at this point, I'm in the veteran's league
Like, I'm this close to dropping a classic
Oop, there it goes, it just impacted
No need to remind me, I know I'm attractive
I talk big game 'cause I know I can back it
When I say I'm a girl magnet, I'm not capping
I've been to different states and you still stagnant
[Chorus]
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the name, you ain't freakier than me)
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the birthdate, you ain't skilled with words like me)
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the name, you ain't freakier than me)
So much I can taste it, so much I can taste it (Check the birthdate, you ain't skilled with words like me)
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the name, you ain't freakier than me)
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the birthdate, you ain't skilled with words like me)
The smell of victory, love it so much, I can taste it (Check the name, you ain't freakier than me)
So much I can taste it, so much I can taste it (Check the birthdate, you ain't skilled with words like me)
