[Intro]
Yo
Vic
What up
[?]
What’s good
[?] talk your shit
It’s time for y’all mother fuckers to talk that shit
I got shit to do
Know what I mean

[Verse]
Uh
I never felt caged, just limited
Cinnamon sneakers on my feet, I’m just visiting
Long as Vic Spencer verse is a missle
If you’re the realest bitch your n***a ever had
Then why he not with you
I be saying how I feel at the wrong time
Strong mind have a n***a mental running laps
N***as get dreads and all of a sudden they not lame no more
They want a piece but they should aim for more
I’m a difficult person to understand, I know that
That’s why if you wanna talk to mе you gotta blow back
I’m above you n***as like smoke, your feelings is brokе
Came in this world with a chick and a stroke
The group home mentality is eating me
This generation [?] is still teaching me
To reach higher for my blunts came through to the front
And said it like it is and got killed in a month
Probably its conspiracy that I’m still here
All in all man this shit doesn’t even seem real
G-U-N vibes is what keeps me alive
I remember having headphones on in the back of the shrine
Or getting drunk off of Hypnotiq and Bellvie at the E2
That night when them people died me and Phil was on our way through
I used to hide seventeen fans, now I look 19
With 20 milfs that’s really gonna grind for the team
For 21 hours, smoked 22 blunts with Jordan’s jersey on
25 hours in my day, I merge alone
Skip a loo bitch is what I do to shoes while they trying to get rid of dude
I’m out here making bigger moves
You’re so close you still feel distant
Y’all paid this much for some Yeezy’s?
I better feel different
I’m old enough, not know enough, but my shoulders touch
A cold ass wall while I got the cobra clutch
Cliché lines that get you ass rebate time