Splendor
(Intro)
I am spender I am victory
(Verse)
Yuh, word to the notorious one
Share my name with glorious son
And MC Maze stress these days
But I'm victorious, son
Like king Dahaar, when things get hard
Remember (our victories)
I can feel it get stussed
When we don't give a f**k
With our band over the Seals
Spittin' such over lust
Rigorous man, you are f**ked
Wanna stand up
I can read now, quality and prestige follow me
I must leave all of you to get free
Tolerant you hit me
I am inzone, bang, go and get your crown
(I am spender, I am) Determinally
Vermin on they knees
Burnin' deliver prize with a force
Steadily the beat hurtin' and be certain
These ? ass rappers need learnin'
They want (victory)
Suck up and seek, keep searchin'
(Hook)
Talk to myself cuz what I think matter most
Anyway, listen really close, hear me say
(Everything you say is mean) True indeed, ew ew
(I am a spender, I am victory)
(Verse 2)
Baby this is me
No humble part of the sweet taste the victory
After this will be my victory lot when I hit the skeet
Then it is about the instant man(?)
It is a fact my table clothes are checkers flag
Eat my dust, east my nuts, hold em for me
As I send sparkling cider from my golden trophee
Big as Kanye ego, ha, no sh*t
In approximately they wit of Beyonc? hips
Far beyond this sh*t in a league of my own
But ? when they told me to leave them alone
Take the seat on the throne cuz
I embody richness, tho I'm not the ?
(I am spender, I am) Vicious as Mike, big b**ches, b**ches
Ass indulge, now b**ches, ass in yours
Sorry excuse for writers
No (victory), fool retire, who's yo sire?
(Hook)
Talk to myself cuz what I think matter most
Anyway, listen really close, hear me say
(Everything you say is mean) True indeed, ew ew
(I am a spender, I am victory)
(Verse 3)
I am nobility, boys that don't fit to me
Boys up the century, avoid the penitentiary
I turn noise to symphonies
All of this is shade, better than right, okey
Whether I'm tight, they f**k us for life
Date mothers were right, tell em to avoid me
Pointless the fight, better to adore me
Cuz the dude is glory
Elevatin' the craft, encore and import me
While I make you the bad
(Everything you say is mean)
I appreciate the compliment and the vote of confidence
Uh, so the next drink's on me
Crisis nice is what Jesus thinks of me
What would Stan do? Stan would win
You could stand with him, if you were stayin' with pens
Any man would sin to reach heights, would meet me
But I'd rather you'd defeat me than try to beat me
Believe me, I represent greatness, brightness
And cleverness, so many words, but that's my first thing
Should be Eliot, but let me get back to the subject at hand
(I-I-I am a spender, I am victory) Yes!
