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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 about some Harry Potter
And said some about a semi 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 ain't digital, he ain't the
Them Odd Future kids been had made shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight
Multiply my uncomparable
My tarots even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the
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 Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
court date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, handle my plea
You petty boys, address me or catch a Gettysburg
on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn
And if it's off-season like Halloween and
on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to the work on the plane
I'm staff, plus I be flying free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my seat
Shout-out to the porky round police, my pits clean
Smoke strong like creatine, juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be green
Cut my negatives like a switch screen, split screen
Refrain shit that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to the quota
See that 44 clap the nolia in the streets
Niggas be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my Purp just had a daughter
of my other fam damn near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, crib
Same homies where I used to serve OGs 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 sack and the topic
Talk mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse the black moon I'm in--

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Kufi's ain't
I had two chicks two G's, gave 'em roofies
And you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do favors to you later
Vader shader, see you like the razor
I give a fuck 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, wrong with that? Keep going)
Because I freestyle in
I gave you penis, I mean
You already my shit the meanest
You could say penis on TV because it a curse
worse, leave them in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do
You don't want
They want it because they shooting but they bullets made of Nerf
And you know I come riding [?] and surfing
--- ---
Let me hear something, Bun, 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 that's spittin'
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your hurt
I make the shake, I make the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's break
Type flow, already know
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
is PAT freestyle spittin'
Already spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, it trill
Boys already they'll never touch me for real
So do thing, but don't try to do me
That's it, don't do me

4: Glam]
The chew was mucus, I it up
Trying to be infamous, while you is jicama
come 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 shit but homie I'm the foulest
See my vowels be like Al B. Sure's brows mane
Just trying to get a couple O's in the mane
For now I change
And eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout
Or the
Or dudes' chicks and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me you how to pitch this
sex it up and dumb it down
Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run now what?

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

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