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

[Verse 1: Vic

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

Chain, tuck chest in
your

Bones in the ocean, choke, you under
G snatch your strap, let you buyback your gun
it in your

Vein, deadlier than a infection
Contractually contracting me would to be dumb high
Blow the permanently in the smoking section
your

Breath in, kid, know your 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill spoon-crushed
Melt on your like ice cream
I'm O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, comicon deleted
I see weakness, achilles heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, 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 be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I the automatic rifle
Just so you get the wrong message like a typo
I might not no deal unless they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil came and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, soda sippin' old Corolla whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to my kids in
Raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split soul like a horcrux
I could a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You bark ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table salt, pork, and rice
I never my Chase card, everything paid for
Your petty funding from your label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it and prove to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention