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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 about some Harry Potter books
And said stuff about a semi truck
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and
He original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future been had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, enough
Multiply my uncomparable
My tarots even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the
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 court date pending, trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer my plea
You boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like
And if off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the
Like I'm staff, plus I be flying
Fresh jail, fire up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky police, keep my pits clean
Smoke strong creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives like a switch screen, split screen
Refrain from shit repeat
Ducking detectives to make the quota
See that 44 clap the nolia in the streets
Niggas be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a
of my other fam damn near famous
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 d'Artagnan to your defense
Fence in the field, hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the and changing the topic
Talk that mess, me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black I'm in--

[Verse 2: A$AP
ain't goofies
I had two with two G's, gave 'em roofies
And then you know they me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do favors to you later
Vader shader, see you like the razor
I don't give a about 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 with that? Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I gave you penis, I mean
You already my shit the meanest
You could say penis on TV because it a curse
It's worse, them in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do
You want Nerf
They don't want it 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 told you about
I'm like Red from Heartbeats, open the window and hold you out
And is freestyle, it didn't come written
So it's all good, we real emcees that's
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 break
Type flow, boys already
Bun B repping UGK for out the do'
is PAT freestyle spittin'
Already spittin' 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
That's it, don't do me

4: Glam]
The was mucus, I spit it up
to be infamous, while you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get them some synonyms, I'm spitting
The open if you asking, I dided them
So everybody 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 other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a 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 clock looking
Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and cook a
First the Fat Boys break up then Sway cut his off
Vic Mensa came and cut they heads off
You hard, but bread soft
You crazy, that's why the [?] get you layed off
Your legs off, chop like a Mexican
The cartel come through every time that I'm it
You know disrespecting him
When I'm riding through and the is reflecting them
I see them phony, trying to play me like we homies
They 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 Rocky in bitch killing
Still

[Verse 6: Rocky]
And I'm trilling the nigga Bun
We can't curse? (Do what you do, man)
And I'm with my Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But hold up, let me get to the fashion
You already know it's casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got three
And like three broads and three cars
And all hoopties
And she got fake bags and all Gucci's
And I like the strip cause they all hoochies
You know I give dollars, they love loosies
Everybody the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, at a dollar, holla 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 flow
I come around like Waldo?
Tell her I need the motherfucking
[?] shoes with the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already through--