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[Intro] Aw yeah Nasim what up Yeah (Nasim Williams on the beat) [Verse 1] You can't picture Vic Spencer with them diamond polaroids Shouts to a thousand words splurging with them younger boys Show 'em how to get shit done I ain't no half stepper Beat you with fists before I grab weapons Teacher tried to give us half-assed lessons but I overdid it Let 16 bars off before I load the clip in Sailing ship it delivered already chilling Professional collection impressive to all my siblings Federal endeavors so clеver when I am ripping Sevеred some differences, my niggas think I'm tripping I feel so close to home, spit long distance I love to see you walk away, it look like a throne missing I get back to that I'm on business Bout to go grab a sack, I'm gon' fishing My shit action-packed on the track and that's the difference I went out and did that shit while you sat wishing Sheesh [Bridge] Nuts (crazy boy) You got some shit boy (Nasim Williams) Damn nigga we already know who did the beat [Verse 2] I'm on my Wesley Snipes situation Slimmed out the tip of my brim Hardcore so I'm pumping some Kim If I see my enemies then I jumping on them The luckiest man with the green ass sneakers and gray Nike check Give me 15 minutes, Imma show you who write the best Ignite the blunt my niggas gon' light the tech I took my kids outside and left my wife to rest The bass got me setting up dentist appointments Winning against all my opponents that's including the omen (fuck the devil) I'm honest as fuck, you'd rather show disloyal Vic royal, out rap me you need foil You think niggas 'sposed to get rich for you Never employ you, I'll hop on the rap game just to destroy you Rest in peace to the coach for the Hoyas I'm 'bout to feed my American [?] goya The bass continue to make my cavity throb I'm pounding the ground in this surround sound room to never be found The impact of smashing verbs into nouns and hamburger (feast) Served to my alter-ego in south suburban I remember niggas doing danced that involved jerking Real life rap, I didn't have to merger And rap catalog like a su-su board I put the work in Cash out on weak ass rappers, you flipping birds man? All that shit you be cappin' about relax it now Stop rapping now let's see if you can move an actual pound It's going up, I'm tactical now, I'm packing up clowns Directed respect to all of your trials and tribulations nigga
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- Vic Spencer