UPS Has My Sneakers

Lyrics
Spit crazy like a retard baby from the 80s (Woo) I was on time for a late fee (Let's go) But now rappers can't get rid of me Black ball so much 'cause people really sick of me Rapping on [?] jazz beats got me feeling real history (Yeah) The ink pen made a list for me Started taking these goofs off the planet How do you say the word panic in Spanish? (Pánico) Smart confrontations I'm a professional backhand smacker, I size dudes up, you boys is pooputts Selling somebody's tree at gas stations (Ha) It's my time and I'm past waitin' I been around, I could've been got 'em Group of Jamaicans want yo' head on the ground and I stopped them (On God) Kinda wild how I became the plug Rappers think they better than me and I shrug (Hm?) No legend call you when you into the city Ooh, you think you rawer than Victor, niggas is silly (Ha) Pass the blunt to Uncle [?] and ask why Redman won't do a song with me This beat here is up the street, ugh Sheesh, woo, Vic Spencer hot Work for so long that my thoughts made dinner rot Came to the table, anyway I wrote about the block [?] it's hard to watch But as long as I jot I can never be put in a box Niggas hate on me a lot (Huh huh huh huhh) We in a fucked up country, it's about to get worse I'm down to kill motherfuckas, they not gon' get me first Hit the docks on 87 for persh, niggas is lootin' for merch While I wait on my food, I smoke perc Flour got me lookin' at shit like we can beat this Now I'm somewhere reading about weed tips On YouTube looking at Chicago street legends Rappers fixate on me but I never been stressing Fucking up Walmart right now as we speak I was just in that same one making a purchase last week (Ugh) Looking at the news while I rub on some ass cheeks (Bae) Bae looking good like she something to eat My mind off the bullshit as I roll up the weed Call a revival (Ooh), all these rappers want my title If they don't big you up then they wanna be rivals (Fuck) I don't mind beatin' my idols (Fuck outta here nigga) Shit See, I see it, at the end of the day Every motherfucka like me Think I'm better than niggas Huh-huh Real shit And you can bet your bottom dollar on that lil' pussy boy
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Credits
- Writers
- Vic Spencer