Lyrics

[Intro] Uh We gon' find you Gon' get you nigga Uh Gon' get you mother fucker Not fucking around we in rehearsal They gon' run, we gon' find you yeah They gon' run, we gon' find you yeah [Verse 1 Vic Spencer] Hey You're god damn fucking right It's gonna be a lucky night Crazy how making moves shaking rules Niggas be jocking my style, they can't relate to dude Castaway make you go to the lake for food Difference tatted on my arm, it's my handwriting I'm larger in the amounts, the ounce banded On the couch lamping I put your life in an army jacket Dress to real to call mе ratchet (Babe) Nevеr lacking, I'm packing good ammunition Sitting in kitchens wishing some bitches was on the dishes Rappers be wanting to be mad at me so that they can record disses I'm just being real with you niggas The end result is me on a flight, no worries at all I don't flee the scene, no need for surgery dog Emergency calls, you won't be hit for that Maybe I'm tripping man I should be getting rid of cats (Yeah) I ain't down with the pitty pat, cut the chitty chat, I'll split your back Nigga old as fuck and everything still intact Here I get on track like the red line at Howard The social coward, browsing my sites for man power Look at the guys only once, still remember their face (Yup) Then next year I'm going to injure their face I may be tripping, I ain't slipping, I'm sipping the bigger goose cup Big leadership, you ain't got to choose us Bitch [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] Insinuating and thinking I'm not accomplishing You must be out of your mind I put my life on the pine I'm at the free throw line commuting crime The soul is in line and time is all mine The earth wanna be my baby momma I'm too cool to be dealing with lady drama Ugly ass rappers be looking like baby llamas I need digits that include eighty commas The war is on because I'm still at is I look good to be ratchet but I stay in the hood Hang with the gang We don't ever smoke backwoods Some of my niggas do Fuck it we gon' roll them shits too Don't pass them to me actually I'm just lamping I be tripping a lot I need counseling Everyday I'm on a mission for greatness I'm on a whole other plateau I'm not dissing the haters Rappers love mentioning Vic Spencer Uh The winner is never a beginner [?] Rappers is lemon pepper, your raps straight up splinter I heard every joke boy you're never offenders Never fell down so I never had to get up I'm blessed in my sleep to be alive I [?] I [?] 85 large [Chorus: Kandice Nichol] I never had a l-l-love like this Got to be written, got to be divine Because you lift me up on high [Verse 2: Kandice Nichol] I don't know where I would be, where I would go Somewhere in a different time, a different flow On another level but we still close If I give up on you at least I'll let you know See I'm about my money and respect with the loyalty You about the hoes, playing games and you run the streets I'm really into you but I'm fucking obsessed with me If I can't have it all then I'll remain just a memory I'm constantly reflecting on the past and what we had Tired of being rejected, like Usher you got it bad for me But that's your fault, I offered everything You lost the best you ever had, I'm a fucking queen But back to the basics Fuck it I made it through Scream hallelujah so glad that I'm through with you Yeah I had to vent, I been trip-trip-tripping Caught up in a fantasy but reality different Bitch [Chorus: Kandice Nichol] I never had a l-l-love like this Got to be written, got to be divine Because you lift me up on high Gotta be written, gotta be divine Cause you lift me up on high