[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Anti American hero, money printer, fuck the federal bureau
The chain fresh to death, I'm a mummified pharaoh
Had Virgil overnight these
My off whites on fire like white people burnin' their Nikes
Kaepernick called me, told me 'Just do it'
They say 'Stay woke,' still slept with the rugers
The only time you bear arms is in a wife beater, loser
Your favorite rapper's a domestic abuser, ay
Name a single Vic Mensa song
*** we all know you won't live that long
I don’t respect ****** posthumously
Homicide ain’t new to me, catch up with Akademiks at your eulogy
What could you do to me? I hate everybody including me
Album didn't sell, fans are gettin' stale, how can I prevail?
Still, deliver like Anthrax in the mail
Take a deep breath, I'll see you in hell, brah
[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]
Look, nowadays we play vinyl's
The Richie kids always hate Lionel
Cheap drinks so in sync with deep silence
Used to greet violence with pink shiners and geek Viners
Now these minus the real innovators and pathfinders
Find myself in my deepest thoughts and my last writers
Never take a second to count my blessings of past commas
How I pass fires with pacifiers and not expire
My new music sound like who's this and who's the writer?
God done laced me with a gift, I hope you could decipher
I ride waves and stargaze to keep writin' a bible
I meet artists, sleep artists, I know when they callin'
Add 'em up, yup, uh, picture me ballin'
40 chains and 40 rings [?] you want us
The pressure's deep, I hold my breath 'cause [?] told me
It's all about perception, rest and awaken that morning
Speakin', even sleepin', even grievin' while others is mourning
Anti American hero, money printer, fuck the federal bureau
The chain fresh to death, I'm a mummified pharaoh
Had Virgil overnight these
My off whites on fire like white people burnin' their Nikes
Kaepernick called me, told me 'Just do it'
They say 'Stay woke,' still slept with the rugers
The only time you bear arms is in a wife beater, loser
Your favorite rapper's a domestic abuser, ay
Name a single Vic Mensa song
*** we all know you won't live that long
I don’t respect ****** posthumously
Homicide ain’t new to me, catch up with Akademiks at your eulogy
What could you do to me? I hate everybody including me
Album didn't sell, fans are gettin' stale, how can I prevail?
Still, deliver like Anthrax in the mail
Take a deep breath, I'll see you in hell, brah
[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]
Look, nowadays we play vinyl's
The Richie kids always hate Lionel
Cheap drinks so in sync with deep silence
Used to greet violence with pink shiners and geek Viners
Now these minus the real innovators and pathfinders
Find myself in my deepest thoughts and my last writers
Never take a second to count my blessings of past commas
How I pass fires with pacifiers and not expire
My new music sound like who's this and who's the writer?
God done laced me with a gift, I hope you could decipher
I ride waves and stargaze to keep writin' a bible
I meet artists, sleep artists, I know when they callin'
Add 'em up, yup, uh, picture me ballin'
40 chains and 40 rings [?] you want us
The pressure's deep, I hold my breath 'cause [?] told me
It's all about perception, rest and awaken that morning
Speakin', even sleepin', even grievin' while others is mourning
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