Lyrics:
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
on a nigga got slashed
Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass
Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask
Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac
I gotta be blunt Kline
gonna take for me to make her see?
Strip her naked and take her keys
I been plannin' this day for weeks but I can't tell if I'm wake or sleep
Or if
different can't love on no thot
If a nigga backdoor then you know I'm on hots
Baby girl let me kno where be
Come thru let's vibe then I put you to sleep
Iced
she at Follies
She be sliding, and gliding
She got drip on her body
Girl them niggas can't love you like I love you
You gon' fuck around and get
lonely doe)
I cannot give up my family need me (Feed me)
I'm really makin this life look so easy
(Aye aye)
I be at da bottom by my lonely- (Neva lonely
You not my man boy you not my dawg I catch a a vic then we letting it off
All of my shooters don't play by the law
But we sticking together we stay
Introduction to Victor, not Vic Mensa
The one you never meet in a XXL issue
I got so many issues, I should be my own publisher
The beat is my therapist,
couldn't fit in this glove
No love for trick daddy but he'll tell you that I'ma thug
A thoroughbred man I throw my bread across the sky
And spread the wealth
fifteen for a leg shot, we need a retrial
"Then what the, what the fuck do we need a Vic Mensa?
I know this Vic Mensa thing just happened
Vic Mensa's
killing this game so blind as
Its so clear to its my time
(Chorus)
Fyi room by V.I.C. come dominate
The game so dont come trying,
This here
all covered in sin
My big homie died young; just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I
of us stopping
Mix matching designer can't tell what I'm rocking
New 223 and it don't got a stockin
That nigga money be short like a hobbit
I'm about
Philmore Greene Verse:
I used to play the block
Thinking if I ever would make it
Life in the streets
You’ll be second to satan
Niggas is hating
Uh huh
They love when I spit cuz the flow so sick
And I'm making them feel like I'm running this shit
I can spit some of that hard shit or the boom
dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
Proud to be Nae-Nae's dad
Gun on the waistline
Leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same
I am a Martian, this
left surrounded in darkness, but I refuse to be swallowed by it
My loneliness light the night air, invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch
In this
love
But she put my heart in the mud
Vic Wayne
Guala man
Ayi, ayi ayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Uuu uuu uuu uuuuuu
This girl put my heart in the mud oh
Vic Wayne
I leave one love, a loved one leaves
I wish I could take the pain away, but only yours
I'll be fine if I remain this way
See I deserve whatever
all producers please get paid?
Can't believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat
Mr. Sweet
we dont hunt
And let her do a mic check
Dog her like Mike Vic
I'll make dyke bitch like dick
Right bitch?
It took a minute just to write this
[Chorus]
Oh Oh
about racks I be Takin' them risk,
We don't shoot out the window
We hop out the whip,
We gone walk down, nigga and Get on our Vics,
Its a two minute drive
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