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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 bars about Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a truck
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that 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 that up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight
Multiply my uncomparable
My tarots straight even in the
They trying to me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving 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 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative court pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my
You petty boys, don't address me or a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, fall like autumn
And if it's off-season like Halloween and
Word on the land is that I'm air play everywhere
I hit the running in '93, I should probably 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 round police, keep my pits clean
Smoke strong creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear when I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
Refrain shit that repeat
Ducking detectives to make the quota
See that 44 like the nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a
Boy, it's one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
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
in the field, I'mma 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--

2: A$AP Rocky]
Kufi's ain't
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
Darth shader, see you like the razor
I don't give a fuck clans or the Raiders
know me and I came with the braids up
I give a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's wrong that? Keep going)
Because I freestyle in
I you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my shit the
You say penis on TV because it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do
You don't 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 mama told you
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, the window and hold 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 the the rhymes that make your head hurt
I make the world shake, I make the quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground
Type flow, already know
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
is PAT freestyle spittin'
Already said spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm
And I'm killing it, it trill
already know they'll never touch me for real
So do your thing, but try to do me
That's it, don't do me

[Verse 4:
The was mucus, I spit it up
to be infamous, while you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm
The open casket if you asking, I them
So everybody crowd around, be the shit 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 count
And eight times out of rappers be 'bout rain
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm flyer a pilot let me show you how to pitch this
sex it up and dumb it down
Insane flow, I'm Bolt I run this now what?

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

[Verse 6: A$AP
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 casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't 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 them dollars, they love
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 'bout it though
And you I got the boutta boutta boutta flow
I around like where's Waldo?
Tell her I need the model
[?] shoes with the [?]
And my breath stank, I need a
You already through--