Vincente Fernandez

Lyrics

[Intro] Rapping 1991 was a great year (Yeah) [Verse] Uh Vic Spencer the old fart is nutty About five years ago I was everybody's buddy Now I'm Chicago's hated I should be dead but I'm still here So that is a remarkable statement I make records then burn bridges Ice cream parlor I churn niggas Got the loudest ganja, I turn swishers Y'all force in the wind To these whores I'm a carousel (Why?) I take horses for a spin Get on the horn call the bosses again Shit is nerve wrеcking These rappers is a turd bеverage (Ew) In the field with the savage greyhounds plotting revenge Drop a shot of gin in Henn on your pale ass skin Chest medium, I piss helium, I crush meteors, elevating my existence Experience all choices, evolving my life Period Dead serious This is my plight Y'all hustle and you still ain't got no bail bruh If your baby momma broke then your child is a failure I feel sorry for you Coming to the crib trying to borrow some shoes you son of a bitch They label me super misogynistic and offensive In my songs, damn that's the shit that's gonna make y'all listen I wanna steal a lot of people's ears And give it to some peers of mine that can't hear And the rest that's left over give 'em away to all the deaf folks Fucking chicks for no money equals an in-debt stroke A cop can't fit in my pocket that's why I got a gun Gotta keep it on me even when I'm having fun Gossip is a broke nigga sport, it's hilarious [?] is not scaring us I would never beg for support Y'all taking advice from niggas that wear leggings under some cut off shorts None of these niggas going to court (Naw) The fuck y'all niggas doing, dressing up for the sport (Huh?) I'd rather grow almonds with that water I look at ya'll rappers and I really see retarded (Damn) Y'all investments is in other people's relationships You supposed to be the crook in the night so go ahead and take that shit Y'all niggas like the floss Sean Price's wife is my boss, fucker (I don't know what y'all niggas is thinking man)