Lyrics

[Verse 1] Since life is a movie I'm making me own action The young black Jason Statham with no accent I'm stacking it till the day my tax bracket switch up And even after that I'll still hustle till my grip up All that beefing shit brah bound to get you hit up Five niggas strapped on the back of a pickup itching to get ya Faces all looking like they sniffed a whole brick up Stop your breath like a hiccup Refrigerator magnet with the racket this a stickup Plus I'm Greg Maddux with the sales get my pitch up They keep on acting like you never get the picture Brag on what you got it get you shot like liquor I'm ground breaking nine point five on a Richter You sound snakey I don't even wanna deal with ya I'm bobbing to the beat got me coursing in this track And you know I'm getting down so I'm torturing the rap It's V [Hook] Problem with the pen, Genius in the booth Fire on a beat, You Know What I Do Push it in the street, Then get it to you Play it in the club, You Know What I Do Corporate in the game, Set video shoots Put you in the public eye, You Know What I Do Bump it in my car let everybody know its you You ain't gotta say a word my nigga, You Know What I Do [Verse 2] I'm just playing with these shapes aiming for the stars Squares in my circle hell to the naw I put lines on segments a TV freely I'm a ray of light that shine with no bling bling Those ain't diamonds a chain full of rhombuses Two states from the pentagon where you find me at We can take it to the octagon with this rhyming shit I been rhyming since Good Times came on at nine PM Since high top fades with parallelograms Get the messages former life I was telegram Well enhanced labels couldn't find a better man Better plans turn seven dollars to seven grand I server can't's and set up camp where you never can A humble champ like Snipes in Undisputed damn I'm coming at your neck Got the knife out so you can feel the Butter Fly Effect It's V [Hook] Problem with the pen, Genius in the booth Fire on a beat, You Know What I Do Push it in the street, Then get it to you Play it in the club, You Know What I Do Corporate in the game, Set video shoots Put you in the public eye, You Know What I Do Bump it in my car let everybody know its you You ain't gotta say a word my nigga, You Know What I Do Marvelous marvelous excellent Hey Donnie, I think I need to go Acapella on this one what you think? Aight I'm wit it [Verse 3] V-Dash I'm flawed but I work hard Heat rash my bars leave skin scarred E-Class I never had but I'm the man When it comes down to spitting them bars You looking at vet in the flesh Payed debts for my reckless past But I got one hell of future floodlights Cover up my path and I'm like Thank God for that once was lost now I'm found Wore the same 3 outfits all year round Cut the radio up and then I fell down Cuz they wasn't saying nothing to make your boy proud So I got up out my misery got up on my grizzley Streets was really missing V But I remained a mystery As bad as I wanted to drop a album Hard representing me The Lord was saying yeah no it's not the time yet To go make history Shit was pissing me off Why I let it get to me These skinny jeans bubblegum rappers are all offending me So lyrically I shut em down like Busta Rhymes pumpkin time Better get a Clue Colonel Mustard time Ratchet in the ballroom problem solved