[Intro]
Man fuck that job on my life
I just quit today bitch
Rap 100% now mother fucker
Uh
I hope I enjoy you forever my n***a I love you
Uh

[Verse 1]
I’m the biggest star in the Chicago sky
Talk shit fall on your ass I can’t let that slide
One foot in the grave and the other on a banana peeling
Local rap music is to the ceiling
Males got this shit to capacity
Tragically I’m better than all these n***as
Actually I just want to rap nonstop on some shit
N***as say I can’t rap
I’ll drop a bomb in his crib
N***as say they’re getting money, that don’t make you a better person
It just means you suck a dick while you’re working (Ew)
Pick up and then start splurging
And then run and tell me like it’s urgеnt
Bitch you starting to be a burden I think you a fucking serpеnt
This not the old Vic Spencer this the updated version
The old me would have smacked you for certain, left your life closed curtains
Thoughts about precious life is what caused a diversion
I forgot about the weak beef each week
Seen an average of three tweets
I’m in my walk-in closet trying to clean sneaks
You in your mom’s house got chores like clean and sweep
I just wiped your older sister off of her feet
Off my appearance
You and your n***as keep staring
But you won’t do shit
That’s why I keep moving
It’s already been proven that I overcame
Novacaine added to these bars when it pours it rains
[Interlude]
Going back in fuck it
Going back in on some shit

[Verse 2]
Just to relapse on some shit I just did
What do you know about rolling up in your workplace bathroom
And when they ask you about it
They believe when you lie to them (The fuck out of here)
Nappy fro getting cut off
Basically these mother fucking birds on my nuts dog
It extended for the whole entire summer
What a bummer all from the corner all net with a jumper
How the fuck I’m gonna stay away with beats like this
And I know you can’t have them, I’ll grab them and kick
The hardest shit like [?] to your face
Bass give your ass a headache, your pray for heaven’s gates
This that robe and sandal music
I handle music like it was in a suitcase, hella kicks no Liu Kang
Now back to what the fuck I was doing
Cash I’m pursuing, your life in a body bag is the movement
Mother-