Vic Spencer
Gold Chains on White Tees
[Intro: Joe Freshgoods]
Yo
You know who it is
It’s your boy
I’ve always wanted to do that
But you know who it is
But it’s Joe Freshgoods
T-shirt popping, Westside legend
And you know I was smoking a blunt the other day
And I was thinking to myself
Like yo what’s these n***a’s background
Like where do n***as come from
N***as just be like sneaking up the ladder
And be like yo look at me, I’m here now
Naw dog, like in my career bro
Chicago watch this shit happen in real time
Like every step of the way
You could have on sunglasses, you could block out the shine
And I get it
But you see the shit man
From intern to employee to owner
I used to [?]
Now I’m paying people to [?] and [?]
Get it?
Just like clockwork, real time
Eight-year plan, we get that
So I ain’t really into like arguing with people no more
I don’t really get into that man, we blessed
I don’t really got time to like argue, that’s like weird and shit bro
I want everybody to win
You black, I want you to win
I don’t really beef
We trying to get off red meat you know
I don’t really do the beef shit you know what I’m saying
We getting money
We [?] in our community
We doing that, we doing the unthinkable
And we getting fly
[Verse: Vic Spencer]
Uh
Motivated to make it, destined for greatness
Hated that they loved other rappers that was basic
Nine-to-five but the dream I still chase it
I put the pineapple in the tequila and still taste it
The latest greatest amazing bars with a cadence
It’s out of this planet god damn it where is my spaceship
Anti-social socialty, not approaching me
I got [?] for potpourri
Low key I’m at the highest of points
Old ass n***a with a dime the way I vibe the joints
Make the weed taste the same, I’m taking aim
On my shit list I place your name
Skinny ass rapper but I’ll break your frame
Aching pains, pen so sharp it could scrape your brain
They say [?] but my [?] is white
Pulled up in a truck, put a fork in the mice
I’m from the hood where they’ll torture your life
I’m out west with it
18th and [?] departed Pyrex visions
If you look in my eyes then the gems is hidden
Risky business they hate from the sidelines, change your image
Bickering don’t have money attached to it
Got fluid, read books upside down, I’m that stupid
Humble brag, I hit the herb then crumble tags
[Outro: Joe Freshgoods]
Only n***a to release three different shoes on three different companies in one year
C’mon now
What I got to argue with n***as about man
This shit ain’t even like
I’m literally a walking history breaker
Like every fucking day I’m just breaking history
Low key
Type of shit n***as ain’t even gonna realize until ten years later
You know this dudes got a mirror
Yo I got a whole mural in Chicago
Like with my face, in a popping area in Chicago
Like I don’t really
You got a statue or a mural of yourself
Well do you even got to go back and forth with n***as?
Like c’mon now
I stopped arguing with n***as in 2007
Like we off that shit man
We trying to fly to the sky, spaceships and shit
You know what I’m saying
We smoking good weed
You know what I’m saying
I’m selling out of hats in like two seconds
Really, I ain’t really like, you know, like
Shoes worth a thousand dollars a pop
I ain’t really, like you know what I’m saying
Like I’m doing the Boys & Girls Club
You know, we, we
We getting fly man
C’mon we gonna make my smoothie man, we out