Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] Remove yourself from situations Where you risk projecting your negative energy on other people The rap game make you lose sight of passion Not liking Vic Spencer is like a Chicago right of passage This shit is a way of life I can't say it twice Make a dope ass song and play it at night I'm gon' say what I want even when I go global Most of these niggas brought their cool of off somebody that's local Then they took it back to protect themselves My rhyme brine on the line Dеfine, put the shine on somеthing that melts mmm I need extra proof Your tendencies make me question you Your crush should stand next to you Mental stimulation is addictive So I smoke that shit up for all my intuitions Missing pieces, it's just like distant features We all plagues form something or someone That had a different meaning Interpretation is circulation The curtain waiting to open up The love and the hate, took it and soaked it up My lungs remain to be a mother fucking smoking gun Pull out my cock and rub the buns You wanna hear hard bars or church songs nigga You decide Dollar menus, never supersize (Naw) Create bullshit then sell it for more than it's worth And people buying that shit Nigga I spent racks on purp Lo Mein and John Doe, ain't that the same thing? Chicago full of facades so I hate to claim king Niggas put out songs and their vocals too low Your engineer don't care about you he just puffing your dro Niggas out here sounding like me, that's cool (That's what's up) Just give me my props when I dunk on the opps I don't do no ring-around-the-rosie raps What you see is what you get They still gather to pick words because they're stupid as shit [Verse 2: [?]] I look a nigga dead in his face and take the cash back NASCAR whip fast track I'm with the NASDAQ Fatal charge [?] my nigga pass that Water drip muscles in my arms I'm whipping mad crack Hit the block, homie missed the shot Should have lubricated the pistol Glock Shit I'm dropping niggas switching spots Got a young'un with me [?] twist your top My dresser hold money, drugs, guns, and expensive socks Catch you talking to me in wild zones Hang your life up until I'm getting a dial tone Jackie Chan I been on the Dow Jones [?] hang with hoodlums, hollow out your homes Smoke loud clones, in Medina hustling out the Brownstone Same effect You niggas struggle to find your identity like Jay Elect Razor blade to your neck in case you came for respect Pull the faders out aim for the chest Two and the one in your brain and the rest [Verse 3: [?]] [?] give a fuck if you go just hold me up Niggas fear bro shit fucked When he showed me switches know rolling with us Live lux, it's the window puffing bud Cumulonimbus, big tuss, indicas what's up Got humanoid piglets [?] Fuck a judge Assume the temperatures bub Set the fuckers up Bitch grown [?] the kid tough The bus where I [?] 16 nuts to bust Plenty more fuzz Many more runs Many more want to test to seek the end is false [?] from the tongue Contestants weak The image all or nothing niggas physique The best get teed off when them sucker [?] speak You love a niggas mystique So much appropriate the state of a genius No [?] Procreate the seeds from penis More brothers and lots of fleas No [?] The zenith wore open mitts so drop the heat Know we can't compete So beat it