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

Chain, tuck your in
Sink

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

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

in, kid, know your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt the pipe dreams
They say the INNANET got the tweakin'
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your image I you eat it
and feed it back, salty season
UV me need sunscreen, tone hardly
Obviously it's a if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field like a dance
The son of Sampson, dread head fooly in the
Catch a clip, it really be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic
Just so you get the wrong message like a typo
I might not sign no deal they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her net
Teared up puttin' pubes in your cup
Yo, the young blood bleed bluer Ivy
If Lil came and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda old Corolla whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to my kids in
Raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set fire to Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
your soul like a horcrux
I board a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, paid for
Your funding from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the service
The check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
This is a message for who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention