[Intro]
Uh
Aw yeah
Mother fuckers
Fuck
Y'all n***as stupid as hell
Fuck
Barking up trees
Best stick to them bark ass back woods
Playground ass n***as
Uh

[Verse]
I’m one of the greats, they loving to hate
The best in Chicago is up for debate
Imma chase everything that's meant for me
Even if it takes me centuries
I'm always gonna maintain the winning spree
The W is instantly deposited with silence
Look ‘em in their eyes, you can tell when they’re lying
Fried n***as is skillets and serving thе zombies
And afterward smoke a big blunt with Mitt Romnеy (What up?)
I was listening to your shit, I really tried God
Not one song that was saved in my iPod (Not one)
Backwoods, fifteen dollars for five packs
About for of ‘em to sidetrack
Not about what you say it's how you say it
If you don't know how to do shit there's other ways to make it
Every rapper on the scene hates Vic
I don't give a shit
I'm just here cause a n***a gave me the chips
Got a grip on life, slipped a few times
But none of these rappers is feeling my shine
Hopping in my Grim Reaper suit
Came bymyself cause I didn't need the troops
I'm from where you can’t walk from Green Street to [?] ave
They continue to hate on my cool ass
Funny thing is I got kids that want me to pay them to shoot you in the wig
I ain’t really really into the shit, I do the shit myself
Say shit a lot bitch n***a you better get some help
I hate y'all little wack n***as, quick to get smacked
Sick of you rap n***as ain’t spitting facts
Shoot the shotgun now you sit in the back
Now I'm watching Hot Ones with chips in my lap
Not the ones that you eat but the ones that meet ends
Good greetings to everyone except n***as I beef with
Each and every one of you n***as is beneath Vic
Put that on my own life (Word)
Tweaking on me now you fucking with the wrong guy
And that's on life
Mother fu-
Damn