MACHIAVELLI VIC MENSA (Ft. Eryn Allen Kane)
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[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
SAVEMONEY shit
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Uh, back to reclaim my throne
I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
I got a story, make Shakespeare say, "That’s tragic"
Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber
Cause I Un’d myself, I got better shit on albums
I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross
I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue
I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted
On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully, don’t be a matador
This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes
Mask on, you still see I’m the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask
Yeah
SAVEMONEY shit
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Uh, back to reclaim my throne
I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan
My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
I got a story, make Shakespeare say, "That’s tragic"
Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber
Cause I Un’d myself, I got better shit on albums
I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off
Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross
I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue
I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all
I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted
On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh
Back on my bully, don’t be a matador
This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes
Mask on, you still see I’m the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask
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