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[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, can get beginner's luck
think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a truck
In them same cannabis print boxers, boy shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, enough
my numericals uncomparable
My straight even in the slumps
trying to beat me to the jump
Be I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first, but hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of of my dimes, got smoking Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma,
Tentative date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer my plea
You petty boys, address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies 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 in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be flying
Fresh outta jail, 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 when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker screen, split screen
Refrain from that repeat
detectives trying to make 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 left the band, became a man, my Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same
Same homies where I used to OGs through the fence
Masking the blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your
Fence in the field, 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--

2: A$AP Rocky]
Kufi's goofies
I had two chicks with two G's, 'em roofies
And then you know they gave me loose-leaf, paper
I I'd do your favors to you later
Darth shader, see you like the razor
I give a fuck about clans or the Raiders
Niggas me and I came with the braids up
I give a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's wrong with Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I gave you penis, I mean
You know my shit the meanest
You could say on TV because it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave them in a
wearing skirts, talking about us do dirt
You don't want
They don't it because they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf
And you I come through riding [?] and surfing
--- ---
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 turntables we got DJ Red
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes make your head hurt
I make the shake, I make the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's break
flow, boys already know
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT freestyle
said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, keeping it
Boys already know they'll never me for real
So do your thing, but try to do me
That's it, don't do me

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

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

[Verse 6: A$AP
And I'm trilling with the Bun
We can't (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 flashin'
You already it's some casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got floors
And like broads and like three cars
And all hoopties
And she got fake and they all Gucci's
And I like the strip clubs cause they all
You know I give dollars, they love loosies
Everybody know the Prada,
Gotta holla, at a dollar, holla at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you know hot
You see me in the allies fucking Molly's
I ain't it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta flow
I come around where's Waldo?
Tell her I need the model
[?] love with the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You come through--