crazy - vic mensa lyrics
[intro:]
yeah, sc what up?
vic mensa
savemoney
[verse 1:]
oh, so you mad
i swear these n-gg-s is funny style, i’ma wipe ’em out
i ain’t hearing money now unless it’s a precise amount
trying to hold my sisters both by the wrist and ice ’em out
dress ’em up, neiman marcus price ’em out
never been that type that you should have to think twice about
i spit that lennox lewis sh-t, the flow could knock tyson out
n-gg-s can’t seem to stop shootin’ like you be after the dice come out
but i just keep shining cause the lights is out
pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from where they pitch crack
where folks throw their forks up in their wrist back
militant music, that black fist rap
kill ’em on the low i’m like anthrax in gift wrap, breathe
n-gg- pick a fcking card i got cards up my sleeve
i know they doubt me cause my age if kinda hard to believe
but get in tune
if n-gg-s ain’t with it yet i bet they gon’ be with it soon
and i just turned 17 this june, b-tch
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[verse 2:]
i gotta do what i gotta
i’m cold blooded feel the ice in my veins
i stay cool in the summer, but got the hottest sh-t on
and spit that flow to body any fvcking track i get on
i need that whip with leather seats for me to sit on
tell ’em [?] in a superficial
sh-t is such a burden
caught up on the border like i trying to bring a bird in
but you know i gotta get this bread
sippin’ captain morgan with a pretty b-tch up in my bed
i’m running down the list of things i’d like to do before i’m dead
money moving, i’m trying to keep it popping
[?] like i’m sneaker shopping
i’m stacking up on that cheese like a pizza topping
feel like death is creepin’ on me i hear that reaper knocking
but i ain’t going n-gg-, not without a fight
cause i’ma get this sh-t before i die, put that on my life
i got a couple bad b-tches in the [?] sniffing white
sipping dom perignon on ice
n-gg- you heard me
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