Vic Mensa Freestyle (2018) | LA Leakers Freestyle #047

Lyrics

[Verse] South side to the south of France I just got off a flight from Cannes A couple weeks before I was on a plane to Japan I'm rockin' Louis but I'm Gucci, shout to Dapper Dan Just bought a crib in the white hood, I ain't talkin' 'bout the Klan Fuck a hit single, I'm a million dollar man They wipe away with the waves like castles made of sand I'm jus' sayin', I made my foundation, laid the blueprint A lot of niggas made moves, Vic made a movement Fertilized my green, I mean I came from the bullshit Triple beam in the wall, I was tryin' to make home improvements But if niggas want to get ratchet, I'm Tim the tool man Give you a lead belly like a lick from a blues man My hittas pull up on the crime scene like a news van Hit your body, have you doing burpees like you in bootcamp Tryin' to stay nonviolent, I'm still St. Laurent stylin' And we slangin' hydroponic, that shit that Dre called 'chronic' Doper than a eight ball and he got soul like he The Delfonics E'ything paid fo', all my girls trip like Tiffany Haddish Put my sister in a mansion, put my momma on a island, yeah School of hard knocks, we was magna cum laude I came up of off 0-4-7, yeah, Hyde Park on my back, yeah Your money 4 foot 7, yeah, my shit tall like Shaq, yeah My clique ball like Steph and 'em, I got hoes like Hef and 'em I be euro steppin', ballin' in Paris like ain't no reffin' him Crossin' the border like Mexicans and he still got that pack on him Straight out the 'Raq like Keef and 'em, better yet, like Phil Jackson and 'em And I don't even practice, tatted all up on me like Iverson In LA like I'm a Dodgers fan, my leather soft like a moccasin, yeah She want Pappadeaux, uh, I took her to Papa John's We just left out Hakkasan with 8 hoes, that's a octogon I still got shottas that'll let them choppers blow like operas, yeah Symphony, orchestra, timpani drum when The 223 slaughter ya, you gon' need a carpenter A coroner to talk to ya and go build you a coffin up And my girl like Meghan Markle, you can't talk to her I'm a king so salute me like a royal officer My shooters ain't got no hobby, uh, pull up on you in the lobby, uh And they ain't gon' shoot the W sign boy they gon' shoot yo body, uh Niggas be thinkin' they He-Man, make 'em do the BlocBoy JP dance, yeah Off-White 3 bands, call Virgil, now that's free bands Bitch I'm so next season, I got Giuseppe makin' me custom Zanotti sneakers Uh, yeah On 'em I'm only bleedin', my flow Kotex bleedin' Bitch I'm God in the flesh, I feel like Hotep breathin' I Bowflex, biceps, both pecs, triceps Tote techs, my whole set bounty hunters, Boba Fett Bitch I'm a dog, Doberman, my red rag, republican That boy bad, Puff and 'em, that boy swag, that boy past That boy the shit, excrement