I think I'm feeling just a bit vindictive
Niggas been sleep so long I wonder if they even remember who Vic is
Or ever knew, need my revenue, thats with interest
For every song I wrote that didn't go the distance
Could have ran a mile when niggas barely learned to crawl
But it seems as if niggas hate to return your calls
When you ain't balling or got a song or two in rotation I'm taking shots
Fuck the radio, turn it off
Turn me up, I'm in the cut
With a mic and blunt, like wassup
How you doing I'm here to tell you you suck
Your album was ass
Your last tape might have had one or two cuts but thats not enough
Do that sound hateful?
Is that cause i hate you?
Not at all dog just remember who made you yo
Father you niggas style like I birthed you and bathed you
Father forgive em going to church couldn't save you
Do you wanna see what on the hip?
I'll wait, and let you think about it for you slip
And fall into the pit, down deep at the bottom
I think I got em and no one ever heard about him again
His family forgot him I got him a present before I dipped
Flowers for your grave made the track and rapped on that shit
Had your chick and we ran amtrak on that bitch somebody help me I think I'm out of my brain
Niggas been sleep so long I wonder if they even remember who Vic is
Or ever knew, need my revenue, thats with interest
For every song I wrote that didn't go the distance
Could have ran a mile when niggas barely learned to crawl
But it seems as if niggas hate to return your calls
When you ain't balling or got a song or two in rotation I'm taking shots
Fuck the radio, turn it off
Turn me up, I'm in the cut
With a mic and blunt, like wassup
How you doing I'm here to tell you you suck
Your album was ass
Your last tape might have had one or two cuts but thats not enough
Do that sound hateful?
Is that cause i hate you?
Not at all dog just remember who made you yo
Father you niggas style like I birthed you and bathed you
Father forgive em going to church couldn't save you
Do you wanna see what on the hip?
I'll wait, and let you think about it for you slip
And fall into the pit, down deep at the bottom
I think I got em and no one ever heard about him again
His family forgot him I got him a present before I dipped
Flowers for your grave made the track and rapped on that shit
Had your chick and we ran amtrak on that bitch somebody help me I think I'm out of my brain
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