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Vic Mensa

Victor Kwesi Mensah (born June 6, 1993), known professionally as Vic Mensa, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer from Chicago, Illinois of Ghanaian and European descent. He is currently signed to Roc Nation. Mensa was a member of the group Kids These Days, which broke up in May 2013, after which he released his debut solo mixtape Innanetape. Mensa is also a founder of the hip-hop collective Savemoney which includes frequent collaborator Chance the Rapper. He also is the founder of the SavemoneySavelife foundation which combats American racism and funds three programs in Chicago centered on health and the arts. His debut single "Down on My Luck" was released in June 2014 by Virgin EMI. His debut studio album The Autobiography was relea… more »

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Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath
I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)
Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66 (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Now I'm relaxed, I'm in Gucci slacks
I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights
On the ave, pitch black (now it's pitch black)
I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm
How I do that? (How'd you do that?)
I hop out the coupe in some slides
Laces, don't wanna do that (no, I don't wanna do that)
My new bitch look like a basketball wife
Her hair, she want me to do that (and I'm not gon' do that)
Three thousand on jeans, I know it's not wise
I still wanna do that (yeah, I still wanna do that)
Even though my yellow bone bitch nice
I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)

I'm in the four door, I'm smokin' my windows up
Why I do that? (I like to smoke out through that)
Lookin' for something to watch with your girl
I Hulu'd that (Netflix with that)
Run up a check, don't jump over hurdles
Thought you knew that (not on the football with that)
My bitch belly flat, she don't need a girdle
Where they do that? (Because her stomach is flat)
My OG was singin' so loud
I might have to autotune that (might have to autotune)
My ex was comin' at me fussin'
I was lyin' through that
I hit her from back, too much ruckus
My neighbors lyin' through that (gotta listen to that)
I'm gettin' top at the light, but it's borin'
I'm sighin' through that (I don't wanna do that)

Run up a check 'til I'm out of breath
I fucked up my back (I fucked up my back)
Uh, Sleep Number bed, I set it on 66
Now I'm relaxed, I'm in Gucci slacks
I poured up some 'Gnac and it's dark like the streetlights
On the ave, pitch black (now it's pitch black)
I fucked up some racks, woke up, made it back, mmm
How I do that? (How'd you do that?)
I hop out the coupe in some slides
Laces, don't wanna do that (no, I don't wanna do that)
My new bitch look like a basketball wife
Her hair, she want me to do that (and I'm not gon' do that)
Three thousand on jeans, I know it's not wise
I still wanna do that (yeah, I still wanna do that)
Even though my yellow bone bitch nice
I still want a brunette (I still want a brunette, yeah)

Carhartt Converses was gifted, presidential, need a motorcade
My watch a double quick, bitch, my sauce, rib tips up at Leon's
Vetements, knee high socks from Barney's, new Ferraris, GT, PVC
Your BM on my pipe, B, oh no
Sheisty, schemer, alligator strap on my back, don't tell PETA
AP flooded, don't tell FEMA, Qualitest and Lime-A-Rita
I'm Four Loko, got five rose gold rings, two chrome on
With my black ho, her name Coco, Chanel vintage frames the logo
Inner circle, face connection straight from Paris
Hit underground, came from Paris, valet parked, the Rover rollin'
I'm so careless, you embarrassed, Gucci shoes, you shop at Payless
Double G my logo

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