[Verse 1]
I keep the sound alive
I take pride in what's on my mind
Intertwined with the rhyme
Everything in order this time
I took clocks and put it in a full nelson at a quarter to nine
PM tell hoes stay out my DM
They only there because they see Victor eating
This evening I made plans to go and cop me some clothes
N***a got a full duffle bag of shit I ain't wore
I ain't been out long enough I'm not finna blow
N***as threaten me online but never come to my shows
Panties exposed, yeah
They say they didn't come because there wasn't no hoes there
Lame ass excuses
Outside dolo cruising
Eyes open but not focused on your movement
(Not at all mother fucker)
The intentions was higher than your pay rate
The only thing that n***as know how to do is stay safe
No outside war rooms, them boys really scary dog
Opportunity for the opps to bury y'all
Imma make sure from here on out you miss every call
It's not only me you go through
You go through several bars
You can't do shit when the leverage is all in
Lil n***a on the court in a corner balling
Can't wait 'til some gangsters start writing for Pitchfork
Fake it 'til you make it and you still don't own a big porch
Vic Spencer spazzing on records this shit is nutty boy
In a def room I'm about to make some mother fucking noise
The appearance caused a collision
I saw the vision long time ago, that's how I did it
Answering your questions is a waste of time
When it's things you could read but you must be blind
I read signs and speak language in different hoods
I started to focus on it
When it's on my mind I really want it
[Verse 2]
I'm not loved for the obvious reasons
I used to hide a whole pie now I'm copping the piece
Downtown telling the devil I'm rocking with Jesus
With no options to leave your boys breathing
My opps love me and them boys be lurking
Like some females for details they keep on searching
Then they find it and they don't do shit about it
An ass whooping I owe you
And there ain't no getting around it
N***as so young and ungrateful
Look in their eyes and see unstable
N***as get unhooked like ghetto cable
Style is juked up fire stick
Bout to remove the rap game with the plier wrist
Hurting this rap game big time with the sick rhyme
The point wasn't made for me to sit on it
Vic can handle his business quick
Whole lot of beats I can't get sick of this
Sheesh