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[Verse 1: Vic
The one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the
Them Odd Future kids been had that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, enough
Multiply my uncomparable
My straight even in the slumps
They to beat me to the jump
Be I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes, got smoking
I'm betting 35 I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative date pending, they trying to sentence me
'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea
You boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, fall like autumn
And if off-season like Halloween and February
on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I should die when I'm 27
Heath lines to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, I be flying free
Fresh jail, fire up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky round police, keep my pits
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple to clear the trace
Clear papers I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, screen
Refrain from shit that
Ducking trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the
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 damn near
I'm still in the hood, whip, same crib
Same where 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
that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the moon I'm in--

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

3: Bun B]
It's all good, I'm UGK
We them dudes that mama you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, the window and hold you out
And this is freestyle, it didn't come
So all good, we real emcees that's spittin'
On the turntables we got DJ Red
He it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head hurt
I make the world shake, I the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground
flow, boys already 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 it, keeping it trill
Boys already know they'll touch me for real
So do your thing, but try to do me
it, just don't do me

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

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

[Verse 6: Rocky]
And I'm trilling with the Bun
We can't (Do what you gotta do, man)
And I'm my homie Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But up, let me get to the flashin' fashion
You already know it's some crassin'
I got the new
And I give a fuck, got three floors
And like three broads and like cars
And they all
And she got fake and they all Gucci's
And I the strip clubs cause they all hoochies
You know I give dollars, they love loosies
Everybody the Prada, Prada
holla, holla at a dollar, holla at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you know hot
You see me in the allies fucking popping
I 'bout it though
And you I got the boutta boutta boutta flow
I come around like Waldo?
her I need the motherfucking model
[?] shoes with the [?]
And my breath stank, I need a
You already come