Beats in the back seat

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I keep the sound alive I take pride in what's on my mind Intertwined with the rhyme Everything in order this time I took clocks and put it in a full nelson at a quarter to nine PM tell hoes stay out my DM They only there because they see Victor eating This evening I made plans to go and cop me some clothes Nigga got a full duffle bag of shit I ain't wore I ain't been out long enough I'm not finna blow Niggas threaten me online but never come to my shows Panties exposed, yeah They say they didn't come because there wasn't no hoes there Lame ass excuses Outside dolo cruising Eyes open but not focused on your movement (Not at all mother fucker) The intentions was higher than your pay rate The only thing that niggas know how to do is stay safe No outside war rooms, them boys really scary dog Opportunity for the opps to bury y'all Imma make sure from here on out you miss every call It's not only me you go through You go through several bars You can't do shit when the leverage is all in Lil nigga on the court in a corner balling Can't wait 'til some gangsters start writing for Pitchfork Fake it 'til you make it and you still don't own a big porch Vic Spencer spazzing on records this shit is nutty boy In a def room I'm about to make some mother fucking noise The appearance caused a collision I saw the vision long time ago, that's how I did it Answering your questions is a waste of time When it's things you could read but you must be blind I read signs and speak language in different hoods I started to focus on it When it's on my mind I really want it [Verse 2] I'm not loved for the obvious reasons I used to hide a whole pie now I'm copping the piece Downtown telling the devil I'm rocking with Jesus With no options to leave your boys breathing My opps love me and them boys be lurking Like some females for details they keep on searching Then they find it and they don't do shit about it An ass whooping I owe you And there ain't no getting around it Niggas so young and ungrateful Look in their eyes and see unstable Niggas get unhooked like ghetto cable Style is juked up fire stick Bout to remove the rap game with the plier wrist Hurting this rap game big time with the sick rhyme The point wasn't made for me to sit on it Vic can handle his business quick Whole lot of beats I can't get sick of this Sheesh