[Intro]
Yeah
Shit
[Verse]
People have their eyes on you so they can see what you got
They plot on taking your spot
Love me or hate me a lot
I'm not tripping at all
I'm making moves y'all can lick on my balls
I don't have time to find out if it's a hidden agenda
Please don't try me, I'll smack the shit out of gang members
They don't like me because I don't listen to these rappers
The same people know that they weak and they eat platters (Nasty)
I don't havе to like shit but people don't havе to like me
When I speak rappers start to overtweak
Man they saying my music is whack as fuck
But I keep coming up with albums that will punch through a tractor truck
Y'all into rappers that don't speak facts enough
Get on tracks and start talking about packs and guns
I done had enough
Gobble your way into a record label contract
I know well-respected rappers that can't afford dub sacks
A rapper can tell social media they did something
But in reality they in somebody else's Benz fronting
Scary rappers never look over their shoulders
They piss their pants when the drama approach them
I rep the ganz that's on my mama's odor
It smells good at the crib
It's also very hood where I live
Across the street east of Stony Island bodies get dropped
They call that area the mall but nobody shops
They cock Glocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Gotta plot before you get riding by magazines
Name a dream that I never been in, a new beginning
Good riddance to all my critics
They been dying to criticize, sparking the ism
Then they critique all my bars they say Vic is the business
Record eight songs at [?] crib in five hours
All I needed was a lime sour
[Chorus]
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
Yeah
Shit
[Verse]
People have their eyes on you so they can see what you got
They plot on taking your spot
Love me or hate me a lot
I'm not tripping at all
I'm making moves y'all can lick on my balls
I don't have time to find out if it's a hidden agenda
Please don't try me, I'll smack the shit out of gang members
They don't like me because I don't listen to these rappers
The same people know that they weak and they eat platters (Nasty)
I don't havе to like shit but people don't havе to like me
When I speak rappers start to overtweak
Man they saying my music is whack as fuck
But I keep coming up with albums that will punch through a tractor truck
Y'all into rappers that don't speak facts enough
Get on tracks and start talking about packs and guns
I done had enough
Gobble your way into a record label contract
I know well-respected rappers that can't afford dub sacks
A rapper can tell social media they did something
But in reality they in somebody else's Benz fronting
Scary rappers never look over their shoulders
They piss their pants when the drama approach them
I rep the ganz that's on my mama's odor
It smells good at the crib
It's also very hood where I live
Across the street east of Stony Island bodies get dropped
They call that area the mall but nobody shops
They cock Glocks to get all that's got behind the scenes
Gotta plot before you get riding by magazines
Name a dream that I never been in, a new beginning
Good riddance to all my critics
They been dying to criticize, sparking the ism
Then they critique all my bars they say Vic is the business
Record eight songs at [?] crib in five hours
All I needed was a lime sour
[Chorus]
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
A crime will devour your life
Power the mic, shower the mic
Stab you for an hour with knives
( Vic Spencer )
www.ChordsAZ.com