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[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry books
And some stuff about a semi truck
In them same cannabis boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the
Them Odd Future been had made that shit up
We Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
my numericals uncomparable
My straight even in the slumps
They trying to me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving a parachute
You drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you
out of nine of my dimes, got smoking Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 like I'm Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer my plea
You petty boys, don't me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall autumn
And if off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air everywhere
I hit the running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be flying
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my seat
Shout-out to the porky round police, my pits clean
Smoke strong creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split
from shit that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to the quota
See that 44 clap like the in the streets
Niggas be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
I'm in the hood, same whip, same crib
Same where I used to serve OGs through the fence
Masking the blade, you hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the and changing the topic
Talk mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the moon I'm in--

[Verse 2: Rocky]
ain't goofies
I had two with two G's, gave 'em roofies
And you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do your to you later
Darth shader, see you like the razor
I give a fuck about clans or the Raiders
Niggas know me and I came with the up
I give a ---
Is a curse, I can curse?
(No, no, wrong with that? Keep going)
Because I in person
I you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my the meanest
You could say penis on TV it ain't a curse
It's worse, them in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do
You don't Nerf
They don't want it because they shooting but they bullets made of
And you know I come through riding [?] and
--- ---
Let me something, Bun, what you gotta say?

3: Bun B]
It's all good, I'm UGK
We them dudes that told you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, open the window and you out
And is freestyle, it didn't come written
So it's all good, we real that's spittin'
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head hurt
I the world shake, I make the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground
Type flow, boys know
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT spittin'
Already said and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, keeping it
Boys already they'll never touch me for real
So do thing, but don't try to do me
it, just don't do me

[Verse 4:
The was mucus, I spit it up
Trying to be infamous, you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm
The open if you asking, I dided them
So crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's mane
Just to get a couple O's in the account mane
For now I count
And times out of nine rappers be 'bout rain
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm than a pilot let me show you how to pitch this
Never sex it up and it down
Insane flow, I'm Usain I run this now what?

[Verse 5: Vic
What time is it? What time looking like?
Rappers smoke crack, need to go and cook a pipe
First the Fat Boys break up then cut his dreads off
Vic Mensa came and cut they heads off
You hard, but bread soft
You talking crazy, that's why the [?] get you off
Your legs off, chop like a Mexican
The cartel come through every time that I'm it
You know they him
When I'm riding through and the is reflecting them
I see them phony, they trying to me like we homies
They wrap me up why I come back around with the homies
And stomp out
back home when I used to go from rags to ragging bone
On my feet, what you
How you know? Me and Rocky in this killing
trilling

[Verse 6: Rocky]
And I'm trilling the nigga Bun
We curse? (Do what you gotta do, man)
And I'm with my Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But hold up, let me get to the flashin'
You already it's some casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got three
And like three broads and like three
And they all
And she got fake bags and they all
And I like the strip cause they all hoochies
You know I give them dollars, love loosies
know the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you know hot
You see me in the allies fucking popping
I ain't it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta boutta
I around like where's Waldo?
Tell her I need the motherfucking
[?] love shoes the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already through--