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[Intro: Ponce]
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
Feel the impact like a flat-bed to a
My dear, you're
I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck your questions, suggestions
I don't need help, fuck

Chain, tuck your in
Sink

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

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

Breath in, kid, know your lines 'fore you 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
the industry without a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a pill thats
Melt on gums like ice cream
I'm type O, could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, heel in your feet its orthopedic
I'm I can't stomach your 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 if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the like a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread fooly 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 don't get the wrong like a typo
I might not sign no deal unless up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I to get rich
I'm from Chicago, but been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up puttin' pubes in your cup
Yo, the young bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and 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 sippin' old Corolla
Treat your tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
raah like a dungeon dragon
Son, change little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy don't try to me
I set fire to Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your soul like a
I could board a flight just to change the overnight
You boys ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, your basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
your wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I swipe my Chase card, everything paid for
Your petty funding from your little
I the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service
The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel
Gas in the rental with my bitch the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
is a message for anybody who listenin'
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your toll and pay