[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Yeah, see the street lights?
I ain't slept in like, forty-eight
I'm back!
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
I'm here and y'all know they've been waitin' for me
Since I was fifteen, now I'm Yella, a hundred miles and runnin', uh
Easy come and easy go, that's why I work 'til midnight
I'm out of town, shorty very dirty on the turnpike
My piss clean, I caught a case, it happens to the best
The lawyer said don't smoke
I'm like, "Good Lord, boodah keep me blessed"
I'm buyin' Nike stock when I see these checks
Motivated by niggas because it's bigger than me
I know that, I might go back to my old shit
Bring the fro back, that's a throwback, yeah
Watch your mouth, why you tryna talk like you know somethin'?
My competition is myself, therefore I ain't worried 'bout no one
Not a soul, pot of gold
Lookin' like a stain, niggas'll wet your mug
Leave you behind yourself, you're playin' catch up
Boy, is that your blood?
'Cause I done blew inside my mind since I first wrote a rhyme
Y'all all late, rappers be stuck in the booth, I'm All State
They're imposters, steak and lobster
Surf my turf, better wear your chopper
Next to Oprah at the opera, okay
If you had
Yeah, see the street lights?
I ain't slept in like, forty-eight
I'm back!
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
I'm here and y'all know they've been waitin' for me
Since I was fifteen, now I'm Yella, a hundred miles and runnin', uh
Easy come and easy go, that's why I work 'til midnight
I'm out of town, shorty very dirty on the turnpike
My piss clean, I caught a case, it happens to the best
The lawyer said don't smoke
I'm like, "Good Lord, boodah keep me blessed"
I'm buyin' Nike stock when I see these checks
Motivated by niggas because it's bigger than me
I know that, I might go back to my old shit
Bring the fro back, that's a throwback, yeah
Watch your mouth, why you tryna talk like you know somethin'?
My competition is myself, therefore I ain't worried 'bout no one
Not a soul, pot of gold
Lookin' like a stain, niggas'll wet your mug
Leave you behind yourself, you're playin' catch up
Boy, is that your blood?
'Cause I done blew inside my mind since I first wrote a rhyme
Y'all all late, rappers be stuck in the booth, I'm All State
They're imposters, steak and lobster
Surf my turf, better wear your chopper
Next to Oprah at the opera, okay
If you had
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