[Verse 1 - Vic Back on top, I been through more lows you can imagine higher than most, I'm always traveling Been places that you never twice Went all around the world, I'm victory How did it How did it happen? Stay focused with a lot of distractions I was shipping packs like I Used to the product, I'm still the product of that shit Killa Cam taught me keep calm under Mom told me outta trouble, huh, as if I was tryna make a money on my own Graduating from an to a zone, now I'm grown Sixteen, started writing night candle light, making sure the pen was right Shootouts outside the I was in the hood you was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! I stopped dealing, it wasn't in the cards When I got robbed in a car by this nigga with his baby momma, he was cut my price If you hearing this song, know I'm shitting on your life Give it to them twice, on your life You still wearing beaters, hitting on your wife She hit me but I hit it at the night But I even want it man, I ain't even frontin' man Ask Mikkey Halsted, the know little big with the Don King flow Rumble in the jungle, Ali Ali Baba, international Six some summers I've been out repping 773 312 You ain't from the city don't rep it You ain't really the city don't rep it
[Verse 2 - Joey First first I'm back at it and back in it Kick my lean habit, with the ad-libbing Niggas be back-packing, this ain't no shit Every bag I had had pounds in it Let them boys keep the attention, glorifying all of the stories we get left with Four or niggas be bending corners in your section all types of foreigns, we misdirected And I'm supposed to sit by watching my niggas die while all you young niggas lie? I've heard your fairy tales about a hundred different Give my brother forty five like a hundred on my mind Only west side niggas keep a hundred on the And I ride five with a hundred on my side 360 on my with my bitch in the bedroom And she I keep it 100, 169, yeah 3 - Vic Mensa] I'm a South Side Prince at first get my revenue rinsed Benjamin Franklins in the RP, Cam, rocking all pink Tenth grade styling thought that shit was gay Pause, fast forward, now they ride the same jeans, Billie Jean, been a don Squad look United Colors of Benetton
[Verse 4 - Purp] Been a dream, been a king, Been a god, a man, nigga Bending counting Benjamins Ben and ass nigga sweeter than some cinnamon Ice cream sneakers, color as the paint job And the inside color as a ring pop I was pulling hoes wearing Phat tank tops First we get em in, get the number, we get them all I fucked your bitch with my Gucci house slippers on
[Verse 5 - Vic Sorry I ain't really mean to offend y'all (right) But my girl's skin darker my rims are (yeah) Purp move so much weight he a trim spa (true) We be hanging like Curry's mouth guard (yeah) Jake Gyllenhaal and I box I should prolly beef with Diddy, we the But [?] put me on the first PJ Me and Joey making bands since Kids These
[Verse 6 - Purp] But these days we still it like relays I was plays on flip phones that's pre-paid Bathing Ape tees with the Bathing Ape key Straight the back - uh
[Verse 7 - Vic Mensa, Purp, and both] My new girl at the factory Cheesecake, working on a from Northwestern Told her study this D, teach the a lesson Why they still out wearing Birkenstocks the block, niggas undercover serving cops Underpaid and under pressure, under fear of shot And the murder rate higher Doctor Jay's socks Purp be the Man, word to Nate Fox And Vic be the fireman, keeping shit hot! Jack Frost in the zip lock, dodging cops Bout to go and a trip huh, with my bitch huh Tryna make her do a huh on the dick huh Purple!