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[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a truck
In them cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, enough
my numericals uncomparable
My tarots even in the slumps
trying to beat me to the jump
Be I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes, got smoking
I'm betting 35 like I'm Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative court date pending, trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, handle my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like
And if it's off-season like Halloween and
Word on the is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I should die when I'm 27
Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be free
Fresh outta jail, up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky police, keep my pits clean
Smoke like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
Refrain shit that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to the quota
See 44 clap like the nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta a soldier
Boy, it's one hell of year, ain't it?
I the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, crib
Same homies I used to serve OGs through the fence
Masking the blade, you better hope come to your defense
in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and the topic
Talk mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the moon I'm in--

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Kufi's ain't
I had two chicks two G's, gave 'em roofies
And then you know they me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do your favors to you
Darth Vader shader, see you the razor
I don't give a fuck clans or the Raiders
know me and I came with the braids up
I don't a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's wrong with Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my the meanest
You could say penis on TV because it a curse
It's worse, leave them in a
Niggas skirts, talking about us do dirt
You don't want
don't want it because they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf
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 mama told you
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 emcees spittin'
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make head hurt
I make the world shake, I the ground quake
I do is groundbreaking, it's ground break
Type flow, boys already
Bun B repping UGK for out the do'
is PAT freestyle spittin'
Already said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm
And I'm killing it, keeping it
Boys already know they'll touch me for real
So do your thing, but try to do me
That's it, just do me

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

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

6: A$AP 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 we number one
But hold up, let me get to the fashion
You know it's some casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got floors
And like three broads and like three
And they all
And she got bags and they all Gucci's
And I like the strip cause they all hoochies
You know I give them dollars, love loosies
Everybody the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, holla at guala
tomata, hottie tomaties
And you hot Tamale's
You see me in the allies fucking popping
I 'bout it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta flow
I come like where's Waldo?
her I need the motherfucking model
[?] love with the [?]
And my breath stank, I a Alto
You already come