Victorious

Uh, Victorious Youngin', man, I come from the dirty

Every day I praise the Lord, cause it could've been curtains

I had the blicky on my person, had spirits of murder

I was to my neck and sin and was steady submerging

Was shaking demons late night, mama sending me verses

I always prayed, but if he heard me, I wasn't for certain

Like, will he hear me, even though I don't know how to word it

Like, will he touch me, even though my hands are a little dirty

You know how I feel to know you chosen, same time you feel worthless

I had to go down in that water, get clean, no detergent