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No Regrets
03:04
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No regrets, had to level up
Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller
The ish I’m on isn’t regular,
Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
I ain’t looking in the mirror on these haters when I slide off
Young bruddas looking iced off
I might hit maroush with a ting I wanna slide on
There’s a couple tings I wanna style on,
My attitude is nylon, my arsenal is saigon
Let bygones be bygones, don’t try that with my dons
Money’s what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out
They was getting comfortable thinking that we’re equal now,
So me and them can’t mix again, got a couple pals moving nose like the Mexicans
I need a mash that got legs on it and bad ting by my side who's dead honest
I’m gonna mash this works put your bets on him,
Ten floors up I ain’t worried bout no dead comments
No regrets, had to level up
Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller
The ish I’m on isn’t regular,
Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
Money calling that’s my cellular,
Yeah that food is bosh don’t let em sell you that
Getting top from a ting and get a call from a next ting and I was like I’ll bell you back
Catching up with destiny, she was like what held you back,
I was like I was in the dark thinking where you at
‘Til I found a torch, shined it out, I’m like there you are
Then she said I kept your dreams safe see here you are
Yeah it’s real life when I tell ts, before mics and the telly
Was all nighters with cellis, I bought mine and I’m ready
We all ride for the belly, yeah
I was full time with a semi
Had to clock the game now my ting is patterned
I ain’t on a move nowadays when I’m seen in Hatton
Real talk yeah I’ve seen it cracking
When you really leave all to God, anything can happen
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Came and Saw
03:22
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I made a plan to take it when I came and saw
Only way I’m getting spun’s when they play my song
This one is for the villains that have came and gone
Can’t forget the guys who also came along
We started in the kitchen nah we wasn’t washing dishes,
We was out here taking chances nah we wasn’t making wishes
Posting with the gram but we wasn’t taking pictures
Rolling out the dice but we wasn’t rolling sixes, yeah
The last few years I’ve just been warming up
I might fall back I’m never falling off
The task ahead is high I think I’m tall enough
It’s hard to call your bluff when you’re calling shots
Tryna save my soul got me fighting with my demons
Told my bredrins it ain’t over ‘til we’re packing out arenas
Knew I had the drive when I was sliding round in dingers
And your thoughts are always different when you’re hanging out with winners
People said that it was love but they traded it for likes
Got some bruddas in the cut know that they with me for life
Had to drop some bruddas out cah they believed the hype
Now they’re wandering in the dark, hope that they can see the light
I made a plan to take it when I came and saw
Only way I’m getting spun’s when they play my song
This one is for the villains that have came and gone
Can’t forget the guys who also came along
This reminds me of the story when David beat Goliath
No comment for my haters except that they need a life
I ain’t never lived a lie, told her friend to meet the guys
And the wave is coming fast take a look, you’ll see the tide yeah
Welcome to the chapters of the Glory Days,
Where the feds keep tryna slap man with a dodgy case
Where the girl next door will make you do the most
And the neighbour down the road got some funny ways
Your story wasn’t adding when we did the maths
One time for all the people who won’t skip a track
The story of my life, go on give em facts
We don’t turn the other cheek, nah we hit em back
Weight that’s on my shoulders, getting difficult to carry
Pray to God, He gives me strength to really keep up with this challenge
Times I’ve had to ask myself if I’ll live up to this talent
I was sitting in the trap hitting kitties up in Sharon’s
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Slipped Up
02:48
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Slipped up but I adjusted, years on the bunk bed
Occupation hazard when you come up as a ruff neck
Why I chose the path I did, you wouldn’t get the concept
Focussing on me, I ain’t pennying the nonsense
The words in my contents for peers out of consent
This type of talk wasn’t geared for a concert
Killing all these rappers and I fear for my conscience
I don’t feel a thing coz these words here are Godsent
No compromising
Wrong move jumped out the bin and surprised him
Man’s on colliding
Real generals are at the front when they’re riding
Show me who your men are, go ahead and dial him
If you’re doing dirt and you came here as a migrant
Know you’re getting dipped, if they bag you it’s a nightmare
Stepping like a champion, trophies in my cabinet
They was tryna lean on us, us man wasn’t having that
I came through stylish, shirt was looking lavender
Can’t tell me bout jail cah I rid a couple calendars
My boy shot a fed man took his bird calm
I got bruddas doing time tryna pattern up a Redband,
Pattern up a D Cat, them jail cells are lonely,
I swear my guys tapped done a move on his home leave
I’ve seen man turn QE on their co D’s
When you saw the gun sign, it’s deeper than emojis
Pussio don’t know me, ask brats times that I rid out on a low key
Riddled up a whole street
If your money’s low, gyal are moving like they won’t beat
Fam I’m telling you it’s so peak
I prayed for my blessings
Really was a outlaw like baby face Nelson, had a heavy K pressing
Had to tell her don’t stress me
Thinking bout the times that my stack was so empty
I hustled so gently, prison tea bags cah there wasn’t no Tetley’s
He came around late them man didn’t roll early
Stepping like a champion, trophies in my cabinet
They was tryna lean on us, us man wasn’t having that
I came through stylish, shirt was looking lavender
Can’t tell me bout jail cah I rid a couple calendars
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Represents
02:57
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Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach
Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach
Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent
A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
This is the journal of a child soldier
Couldn’t tell you how much times I really thought my life’s over
Gotta tap into the spirits, I don’t write sober
God really put a lot of weight on a man’s shoulder
The burdens of a King
Wanna challenge for the crown, gotta step into the ring
I remember being young, shy, stepping to a ting
But I never lost strength like I’m repping in the gym
Kept believing in myself, that’s the secret to my growth
When you’re happy, people hate. That’s the situ on the roads
Feds were tryna make me break. I was sticking to the code
And the blessings really came, now I’m fixed in my abode
Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach
Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach
Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent
A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
I studied the game
Took my time and reviewed every bad decision I’ve made
Like I could’ve kept it moving when they come for a raid
But I thought it would be cool, they’ve jus come for a page
Like the time I shouldn’t have gone to the dance, with this f-boy, I was tryna give him a chance
But little did I know he harboured hate from the start
Almost got himself killed, would’ve played on my heart
Hold on wait, I meant play on my mind
Ask around, I really moved a lot of weight on my line
Running down my dreams, had to wait on my time
I always knew that it would happen, they would hate on my shine
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Walking on, keeping strong
Knowing no one can keep me down
Coz you know that imma find a way
And you know that I’m here to stay
Yeah yo, I’m top 5 in the slums
Way before I took a trip and cop 5 of them ones
You never did that never been outside with the runts
I’m talking ridgeback kickback skying it dumb
Yeah we were outlaws, we before the gram
They was sitting in them vans taking pictures of us when they saw us outdoors
Always been a man from a youth
I had a plan move quietly, why I gotta shout for
Like let me be honest, everything I’ve came and done yeah it’s very historic
Everytime you hear me spit, what you’re hearing is vomit
U/sed to run up on a belly, we’re just clearing his stomach
See look that’s the difference with us
I came home, buss a jugg got my dividends up
You’re in the hood talking bout no one was sicker than us
All bark no bite, can’t bring up my dawgs
Walking on, keeping strong
Knowing no one can keep me down
Coz you know that imma find a way
And you know that I’m here to stay
You man are jus come small boy, stay in your place
Only bosses round the table with some stakes on their plates
I remember late nights, we was casing the place
You don’t know the feeling, you ain’t had a case in your face
That’s an entendre, mantras to get it in full
Everytime I see it, I’m jus like forget it, it’s cool
Was never nervous, snaky or begging it too
If this was back then, defo would be getting his jewels
But see I’m grown now,
Sipping on some Guinness, no Corona
Riding in a big body, screaming free up toner
Years in prison felt just like a coma, trust me but I’m home now
Rolling with a bad one, see me when I come through
Cali in the air, sun beating through the sunroof
You can ask baf ‘bout the stacks that we run through
We was up in pompy, we was having fun too
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6. |
Intro Freestyle
02:21
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7. |
Progression Freestyle
02:50
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Me and them we ain’t alike and you can blatantly tell
It didn’t happen overnight, I had to wait in a cell
Doing laps like there’s no escaping this hell
In a jail up north where screws are racist as well
I had my own back, trojan living like a nomad
Any means necessary, winning was the slogan
Earners for the whole gang
See the way I’m channelling these frequencies, they’re getting with the programme
I know they wish I really fell from this stunt
How can I, I’ve been living on the edge from the jump
Signed my life to the streets, took a pledge on the spot
And got nothing in return, jus a cell with a bunk
I kept my head down, thinking bout my kids yeah I’m a let down
What I wouldn’t give to hit the roads now and head round
Take em to the park and watch em play on the swings
Instead I’m here tryna fight another case on the wing,
Reading the indictment with the brief on a legal
Like I’m taking it to trial you should put in for acquittal
Like how’s what they’re doing not illegal
Like how they’re tryna handle man is evil
But that’s how the ting goes, had to charge it to the game
Nothing hardly was the same, got a heart that’s full of pain
Then it all turned to blessings, all my targets never changed
That’s why I walk around my house at times and put on all my chains
Like I’m really self made in this ting,
Certain people are just born with the fate to be kings,
Got the haters big mad, yeah I’ll hate to be him
How did God go a BAFTA is the place to begin
That’s coz I’m God blessed,
There always will be hurdles with a conquest
When you set a target fam, you gotta trust the process
Got it in my sights, all I gotta do is focus
Glad I picked myself up times that I was feeling hopeless
Pull up to the table, all the waiting is done
And fix a plate for my kids, make a space they belong
They was tryna turn me off, I was made to be on
And the answers came quicker when I prayed with my mum
I don’t ever hide and talk like you heard what I’m saying
When you buck me up in person, yeah the energy’s staying
The di crase for their head bros we nobi the same
Man jus di chop life we ain’t starring again
People love to start trouble then they run from the pain
When you’re playing in the mud jus know it comes with stain
All these blogs with their narratives, it comes with the fame
First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again
It feels good to be the man of the house
Up in Tape, me and bae had to stand on the couch
For the times that the screws used to bang on my flap
Before it’s all said and done I’ll put my clan on the map
It’s Glory Days, the progression is real
Turned my back on my old life like f how you feel
Got a ona all in jewels when I step out to chill
And my kids won’t go without when I set out this will.
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Vic Santoro London, UK
Vic’s life is proof that anything is possible. Through dedication, hard work and humility, he has rewritten his own narrative, and exciting chapters are yet to come. Channelling his lowest points into endless positivity is what got Vic here, and being himself and staying faithful to God is set to take him to the world and back. ... more
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