[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi truck
In them same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
Multiply my numericals uncomparable
My tarots straight even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes got smoker tendencies
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative court date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn
All my fits off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane Like I'm staff
Plus I be flying free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bond receipt
Shout-out to the port huron police, keep my piss clean
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
I Refrain from the shit they repeat
Ducking detectives trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same crib
Same homies where I used to serve OZs through the fence
Mask and a blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
Fence in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the topic
Talk that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black moon I'm in--
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi truck
In them same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
Multiply my numericals uncomparable
My tarots straight even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving without a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes got smoker tendencies
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative court date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like autumn
All my fits off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane Like I'm staff
Plus I be flying free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bond receipt
Shout-out to the port huron police, keep my piss clean
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing green
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
I Refrain from the shit they repeat
Ducking detectives trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near famous
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same crib
Same homies where I used to serve OZs through the fence
Mask and a blade, you better hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
Fence in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and changing the topic
Talk that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black moon I'm in--
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