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[Intro: Stefan
Yo, I'm Stefan
You in the with Vic Mensa
Rap City

[Verse 1: Vic

This is one to compare me to
Before you side by side in head-on collision
Feel the impact like a flat-bed to a
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Mike can't hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on Q&A, fuck your questions, fuck suggestions
I need help, fuck your

Chain, tuck your in
Sink

Bones in the ocean, choke, you pressure
G your strap, let you buyback your gun collection
Shoot it in

Vein, deadlier a blood infection
Contractually me would have to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the section
your

Breath in, kid, know your 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums like ice
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your image I you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me need sunscreen, tone hardly
Obviously it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and
Dog I'm in the field a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread head in the dark
Catch a clip, it could really be a movie in the
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic
Just so you don't get the wrong message like a
I might not sign no deal unless they up a
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your hits
I could less than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in your cup
Yo, the young blood bleed than Ivy
If Lil Wayne and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my in
Raah raah like a dungeon
Son, your little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you yourself in the foot
Split your soul a horcrux
I could board a flight just to change the seasons
You boys bark known to bite
My run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and
I swipe my Chase card, everything paid for
Your petty funding from your little
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet with the burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it come and to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention