[Intro: DJ Clue]
Vibes
VIC MENSA, what's up, baby?
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA & DJ Clue]
Uh, I chop the sample, light a candle, let my mind ramble
Game of life, I had to learn to play without a manual (Uh-huh)
Caught the Roc, the sack came, now I'm tryna scramble
Underdog like the paws on a cocker spaniel
I was twenty-one or so when I got my deal
When you coming from dirt roads, you don't know how to feel
That's why niggas act out of pocket when they pocket mills
Crabs in a barrel, fighting over the lobster tails
That sounds ironic, doesn't it?
Like dyin' for your block over cheese from the government
Or crying to Allah, eating bologna sandwiches
In a jail cell, when you should bе in the Hamptons with all the superstars
Peepеd the market, took it over like the coupe d'état
First corporate trapper in the Chi' with no suit and tie (Uh-huh)
Got 'em salty in that city by the lake, Utah
I put a couple cutie pies in an countach
I put a couple dozen pounds on a truck from Cali'
That got intercepted, that really hurt me badly
I was down bad that time I had to sell my Rollie
I know God love me, even though I'm less than holy (Slow)
I know Em love me 'cause he keep on bettin' on me
I know HOV love me since he put that blessing on me
I got the Roc on my circle, holy matrimony
I'm matchmaking, get back, Satan, it's true when you can't fake it
It's grueling, it's back-breaking, the work is in tear-jerking, emerging a real person
I'm Al like Iverson, y'all artificial intelligence
I'm not a Christian, you gotta treat me with reverence
Vibes
VIC MENSA, what's up, baby?
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA & DJ Clue]
Uh, I chop the sample, light a candle, let my mind ramble
Game of life, I had to learn to play without a manual (Uh-huh)
Caught the Roc, the sack came, now I'm tryna scramble
Underdog like the paws on a cocker spaniel
I was twenty-one or so when I got my deal
When you coming from dirt roads, you don't know how to feel
That's why niggas act out of pocket when they pocket mills
Crabs in a barrel, fighting over the lobster tails
That sounds ironic, doesn't it?
Like dyin' for your block over cheese from the government
Or crying to Allah, eating bologna sandwiches
In a jail cell, when you should bе in the Hamptons with all the superstars
Peepеd the market, took it over like the coupe d'état
First corporate trapper in the Chi' with no suit and tie (Uh-huh)
Got 'em salty in that city by the lake, Utah
I put a couple cutie pies in an countach
I put a couple dozen pounds on a truck from Cali'
That got intercepted, that really hurt me badly
I was down bad that time I had to sell my Rollie
I know God love me, even though I'm less than holy (Slow)
I know Em love me 'cause he keep on bettin' on me
I know HOV love me since he put that blessing on me
I got the Roc on my circle, holy matrimony
I'm matchmaking, get back, Satan, it's true when you can't fake it
It's grueling, it's back-breaking, the work is in tear-jerking, emerging a real person
I'm Al like Iverson, y'all artificial intelligence
I'm not a Christian, you gotta treat me with reverence
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