I Broke the Backwood

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Aw yeah Mother fuckers Fuck Y'all niggas stupid as hell Fuck Barking up trees Best stick to them bark ass back woods Playground ass niggas Uh [Verse] I'm one of the greats, they loving to hate The best in Chicago is up for debate Imma chase everything that's meant for me Even if it takes me centuries I'm always gonna maintain the winning spree The W is instantly deposited with silence Look 'em in their eyes, you can tell when they're lying Fried niggas is skillets and serving thе zombies And afterward smoke a big blunt with Mitt Romnеy (What up?) I was listening to your shit, I really tried God Not one song that was saved in my iPod (Not one) Backwoods, fifteen dollars for five packs About for of 'em to sidetrack Not about what you say it's how you say it If you don't know how to do shit there's other ways to make it Every rapper on the scene hates Vic I don't give a shit I'm just here cause a nigga gave me the chips Got a grip on life, slipped a few times But none of these rappers is feeling my shine Hopping in my Grim Reaper suit Came bymyself cause I didn't need the troops I'm from where you can't walk from Green Street to [?] ave They continue to hate on my cool ass Funny thing is I got kids that want me to pay them to shoot you in the wig I ain't really really into the shit, I do the shit myself Say shit a lot bitch nigga you better get some help I hate y'all little wack niggas, quick to get smacked Sick of you rap niggas ain't spitting facts Shoot the shotgun now you sit in the back Now I'm watching Hot Ones with chips in my lap Not the ones that you eat but the ones that meet ends Good greetings to everyone except niggas I beef with Each and every one of you niggas is beneath Vic Put that on my own life (Word) Tweaking on me now you fucking with the wrong guy And that's on life Mother fu- Damn