Cologne Vic Spencer (Ft. The Musalini, Rasheed Chappell, Reef Hustle, Rome Streetz & Silent Snipers)

[Verse 1: Skunkz]
Hey yo
The sound you’re hearing from the gods break down cigars
Scrape the sauce, the cast pile the size of quasars
Create large cake jars and make bake stars
Relate bars, for shit in the street
I make hits then I sleep
I’m sick, some shit you can’t visit for weeks
The spliff and the leaf got me acting like kids in a tree
Was down bad then I had to get up off my ass and smile fast
A wild past but you know my style last so pile cash
I take the bowl and then I shake it to a money knot
My days was grey but hey I made my way all through them sunny blocks
I used to bunny hop but now we rock drums with Glocks
Niggas hate but wasn’t food on my dinner plate
I hit the state and skate with ice like a figure eight
A skunk swimming in a bigger lake
Bitch you know my circle

[Verse 2: [?]]
Yo
You feel my ambiance
You know the move when God speak
Niggas out here running in circles I move at God’s speed
Artist, paint strokes give you a perfect picture
This rated real so it’s only for a certain nigga
You know the hustlers, niggas that beat the sunup
And work ‘til the sky turn black then count the sum up
Stay on their P’s and Q’s to have one-up
So look through the eye of the storm to see my come up
I risked it all, hard to turn back, my back’s against the wall
Barely got a shoe in the door, the other shoe to fall
Two to fall is what they offered to the first-timers
I learned life listening to old timers
That’s real