[Intro: 1K Phew & David Glen Eisley]
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory... yeah (Cardec, we loaded)
It's ours for the taking (Getting ready to hit the road, too, man)
It's ours for the fight (I told y'all the album done? Yeah)

[Verse: 1K Phew]
And I just got off the phone with Trip
Talkin' to him 'bout a sweet victory
'Cause all of that fakin', ain't it to me
You tryna be a lame intentionally
I'm tryna put the "It" in Italy (Let's go)
I'm tryna get stripes officially (Stripes)
Sent a Valentine to my enemies
No Kizzy McGuire, no Hilary (Yeah), Duff (No kizzy)
I talk to the Lord like this Heaven already (Already)
Break communion like it's some lil' Debbie (Lil' Debbie)
Go to Church and park next to the Revy
My name hold weight and I pray to God heavy
And it's deep when we pull up, no Weggie
I'm a soldier, don't push me, I'm edgy
With no limit, P Miller, not Reggie
I had to learn that they'll tell like a veggie (I had to learn)
So much drip, I might pull up on Noah
Why they talkin' so bad? They don't know us (Why they talkin'?)
If He paid it already, don't tow us
Don't just DM you love us, go show us
God gon' answer me, yeah, that's my Siri
Got my eyes on the sparrow like Series
Time to get your attention like, "Hear yee!"
I mean, hear Ye
Whatever they say...