Vic Chops Soul
DJ Clue, Humble Soles, Vic Mensa
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Vibes VIC MENSA, what's up, baby? Uh, I chop the sample, light a candle, let my mind ramble Game of life, I had to learn to play without a manual (uh-huh) Caught the Roc, the sack came, now I'm tryna scramble Underdog like the paws on a cocker spaniel I was twenty-one or so when I got my deal When you comin' from dirt roads, you don't know how to feel That's why niggas act out of pocket when they pocket mills Crabs in a barrel, fightin' over the lobster tails That sounds ironic, doesn't it? Like dyin' for your block over cheese from the government Or cryin' to Allah, eatin' bologna sandwiches In a jail cell, when you should be in the Hamptons with all the superstars Peeped the market, took it over like the coupe d'etat First corporate trapper in the Chi' with no suit and tie (uh-huh) Got 'em salty in that city by the lake, Utah I put a couple cutie pies in an countach I put a couple dozen pounds on a truck from Cali' That got intercepted, that really hurt me badly I was down bad that time I had to sell my Rollie I know God love me, even though I'm less than holy (slow) I know Em love me 'cause he keep on bettin' on me I know HOV love me since he put that blessin' on me I got the Roc on my circle, holy matrimony I'm matchmakin', get back, Satan, it's true when you can't fake it It's gruelin', it's back-breakin', the work is in tear-jerkin', emergin' a real person I'm Al like Iverson, y'all artificial intelligence I'm not a Christian, you gotta treat me with reverence Fresh out the prison, I'm politickin' with presidents I'm diplomatic, sicker at it Niggas ain't really sick with it, they asymptomatic I don't stay at the Hilton, I take bitches to Paris Champs-Élysées, Yves Salomon Mink Three bitches give me brain, call that groupthink Chain needed a new shrink, the pack crazy, it's shrink wrap They thought I'd never bring that shit back But, I never give up, I never give in I'm destined to win, the crucifix stretchin' my limbs And still I prevail Resurrect better than them I had a ten-speed bike, I was pedalin' sin I seen the worst happen to some of the best of my friends He never had heroes, he let the heroin in Started off drug dealers and became drug users The consequences real, but the fame is an illusion The pain is in the music, the faith is in the movement The shakers and the movers, the haters is intrusive I take it with the game, I can't say I didn't choose it I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
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Written by: Victor Mensah
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