Demeanor

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Fuck Is this I'm up that mother fuckers [Verse] I came up out my mommas coochie strapped, doobie wrapped Fresh pair of nudies with the Louie patch (Fresh) Passenger side of a beamer, demeanor on ten All of my jet fuel is gone in the wind Mixing the moon rock, niggas get tube socked for fucking with me I know my shit hard, I don't care about your feelings I don't care about our status and the way you rap is terrible There he go dissing on rappers again, pass me gin Nigga bumpy face don't even com5 this way, I'll levitate Segr5gate me from all y'all I lost extra weight Meditate, I really need it I keep reading, but na�ve to a whole lot of shit Like if my chick cheating I got my own demons, before I go on the deep end I talk to myself on how I need friends (Shit) I'm kind of off my focus (Uh) I love my brother Charlie [?] (Charlie) Rap became one of my biggest hobbies Everytie I rap I get sicker probably (Ill) Every other night I keep having dreams of killing bigger Nazis The taller they are the harder they fall I'm off Strawberry call [?] Fuck off that wack ass clich� Black history month coming up and we not celebrating February 18th That's President's Day, we loading up the AKs Rolling up the KK ride dirty on the eight-trey Stay to the lake with it I was up North for a while I was a child, a juvenile, I got down to business Big blunts in small closets This was back then when niggas had enough money to smoke profit At the same time I made time for killing beats Feeling chic, blowing on Charlie Sheen, they really weak I look at rappers like landmines I dodge them in my Calabasas (Yeah) Way back when I was flashy I wore Jordan with the Kangols Airforce Ones the same color of a mango Five times a day change clothes go ahead rearrange flows While you at it dammit Whole bunch of decks of cards like I'm a fucking gambit Still rock a trenchcoat I walk up in the place like I been broke Come out of the restroom Don [?] withs the [?] They hate Vic, that mean I can't say that I ain't shit But I really am the shit I can take who you came with She rock denim right Grab her buns she was a genotype (Baby) Bag her up like groceries, my demeanor nice (Baby) Back to the fucking rappers (Enough of rappers) Y'all daydream of touching rappers (Ew) This why I stay away I do it so I can come back like layaway Still don't get mega plays Y'all niggas considered feather-weight V-I-C having batter days mother f- [Outro] Man that's enough Vic Shit that you on been kicking kinda lately Kinda ill Last few times you was in this mother fucker was kinda nuts Shit you been doing kinda lately, kinda funky Some kind of shit There gon' be more type of shit like that or what my nigga