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

[Verse 1: Vic

This is another one to me to
Before you side by side in that collision
the impact like a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, you're
I'm cold-blooded, Tyson 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
your

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

Vein, than a blood infection
Contractually contracting me would to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the smoking
Hold

Breath in, kid, know lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on gums like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the dreams
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, 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 even
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 fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could really be a in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong like a typo
I not sign no deal unless they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum
I could care less than a high school lunch lady with her net
Teared up puttin' pubes in pear cup
Yo, the young bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the baby to to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung
Hi C, orange sippin' old Corolla whippin'
your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my antsy don't 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 like a horcrux
I could board a flight just to the seasons overnight
You boys ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, your basement, leave you leakin' like 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 little label
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 your toll and pay