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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 that collision
the impact like a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, you're
I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck questions, fuck suggestions
I need help, fuck your

Chain, your chest in
Sink

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

Vein, deadlier than a infection
contracting me would have to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the section
Hold

Breath in, kid, know your lines you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
on your gums like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you it, wilt with the pipe dreams
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't stomach your I make you eat it
and feed 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 like a dance
The son of Sampson, head fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it really be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the automatic
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 platinum hits
I could care than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bleed than Ivy
If Lil Wayne and kidnapped her out her high seat
the baby to Baby to change the diapy
While chase her down on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause funds is lackin'
See, my empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you yourself in the foot
Split your soul like a
I could board a flight just to the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't known to
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table salt, pork, and rice
I never my Chase card, everything paid for
petty funding from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the service
The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the wheels
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you it come and prove to me
This is a for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention