Freelance Shooter

Lyrics

[Intro] WMIZ We're back with Vic Spencer Going back my boy [Verse 1] I don't know how to rap Nigga please I'll rap your whole existence in a hundred thousand leagues If it's all about paper it should be on your desk Half assed students get a C on the test I'm amongst the population of mother fuckers that's getting it Amongst [?] that chose their souls to be infinite Brought my own self up to speed All I had to do was just read my enemies Never afraid, never been the one in the way They tried to box me in and ship me out on the freight The want me to be the opposite of great and I don't know the word for that I splurge for scratch My little extra green I rolled a bigger stack Take the blunts to roll a Suge Knight Thugs Adams don't smoke I'm in Iridium putting up a good fight The pack whooping my ass I hit the taco spot on La Salle I bump the roost just to ride on Canal (Ouch) [Verse 2] Therapy is cheaper than litigation I smack the shit out of hidden faces Be in forbidden places, cases of Ace of Spades is present The essence of life, always taking flight with a beverage Probably frozen, your brain get thawed out The ceiling looking at me while I'm knocking the walls down I'm in all towns roll dolo came on the [?] Came on a [?] Save my weed smoke after I gave bae strokes Different parts of my mood in the air If my house isn't a home I wonder if my roof would have cared Who knows, blue smoke in the tote Open it equals some shit that I wrote Shit is a ghost, victory got a series of flows In tune with some serious dough, I'm serious though Mother fuckers can't play me I'm from a part where black people will leave you slumped and dead next to a safe key [Interlude] Know what I'm saying (Nutty) And the safe's open, feel me Freelance [Chorus] Everything I drop is a gem Mother fuckers get dropped at the gym From the corner Everything I drop is a gem Mother fuckers get dropped at the gym From the corner