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letra de vic mensa freestyle | la leakers freestyle #164 - vic mensa

[verse 1]
uh
how can i summarize the sh-t that i’ve survived?
99 problems, i’ve lived a hundred lives
ringling brothers who got life in ’95
it’s a circus in the ‘raq
so they was hittin’ each other with pies, yeah
n-ggas love declinin’ ’til you it
now i’m takin’ over, ’bout to go somali on a ship
like a pregnant woman, i just caught a body in this b-tch
flow so sick i’m probably goin’ viral off this clip
magazine in the glock at lax, ah
felt like draymond when they caught me for that tec
thank god, i’m blessed it didn’t get sent to tmz
i was just young with money, no ymcmb
i ain’t lyin’ on a beat, i been scarred but i became king
alexander graham bell thе way my name ring
from here to china, my spirit is in alignmеnt
y’all lines all fake, that’s beijing
i can triple entendre with the game’s kings
i’m talkin’ to hov, nas and the ye’s
i’m so fire, i sold that fire
to enough customers to fill up sofi in la
logically my ghetto hypotheses
raised by the black stones so the streets rock with me
tryin’ to get his money straight, a n-gga gotta try angles
tip and lean on the corner, that’s an isosceles
showtime so they watchin’ me
i’m top boy with the legal cannabis, i handle lots of p’s
to put food on the table
my n-ggas even spinnin’ on the holidays like jews with a dreidel
at times my mentality was truly unstable
couple loose screws with tools who could get fatal
foenem put some bread on his head
and then they put a hole in that sh-t, now your dude is a bagel
we get cream, cheese, pull capers
pick locks
jus we not playin’ tonight
man i told y’all
i told y’all i didn’t come to play man
all praises due
victor album in the store right now
i said
foenem put some bread on his head
and then they put a hole in that sh-t, now your dude is a bagel
we get cream, cheese, pull capers
pick locks, 23 doin’ home invasions
after his song’s on the label
my brother backdoored me, i turned to that ‘caine, i wasn’t able
to process my emotions, heart and mind broken
thought about dying often, picture me laying frozen
inside a pine coffin, open
i be going through pain you couldn’t cure with ibuprofen
percocet or morphine
watching cram shooting heroin when i was 14
wh0res think i be on bullsh-t
i hit her, forget her then
act like i don’t know her, no joaqim
true player, i need a sports team
my shorty get a ring ’cause every superman need a lois lane
to accomplish extraordinary things
you gotta relinquish your ordinary dreams
[verse 2]
on the eve of my second album, i resurrected like x for malcolm
once elijah muhammad, a new perspective found him
hard work, dripped sweat and mountains
i paid the price for my return just like a tax accountant
bouncin’ out the belly of the beast like jonah
i kicked the pills, my serotonin is maradona
she fell in love with the rare persona
she wanna kick it but she too messy, i scored out in barcelona
ufc is -n-logous
i’m israel adesanya and palestine battling capitalists
sicker than a sadom-s-ch-st
i’m burning n-ggas like calories up against my metabolism
i care less if you care to listen
i just turned 30, my big homie on his 30th year in prison
n-ggas fake, i’m on a realer mission
i’m moses, mystified, no wonder god gave me inner visions
something you can’t pinpoint with your eyes
from 3.5 to a million joints of the za
first black brand, i got the whole illinois high
pull up with the foy and i got my foid card, uh
that’s a concealed and carry, i move with military
when i go in to march like the end of february
i’m a king, i need 3 wives, the more to marry
at the admax yelling free jeff fort and larry
send the prisoners cash apps
the size of your as kept checks, i don’t do none of that cap rap
y’all break down to share packs
i could flip 10 like rob dyrdek on stair sets
this sh-t come easy, i’m on my young weezy
i’m too experienced, i feel like barrington levy
with the jamaican posse in kingston
they call me chopper mad dog ’cause it look like my gun t–thin’
yeah, i’m coming back, i just need one season
they gon’ see at the end like run dm
did the black star line festival
we changed the world on january 6th like trump’s treason
i need that white people chicken, that’s unseasoned
she don’t eat meat unless it’s me, sl-tty vegan
my love deepens, healing for a tortured soul
when you were still on the porch i was in portugal
lisbon to australia in brisbane
bricks in the closet like azealia with chickens, uh
success is all about your definition
lotta rich n-ggas died as a failure in prison
look, 25 to life or planning private flights?
i’m selling dope, this how my big homie lost his life
now i got my sights on a consumption lounge
i’m opening a smoker’s club, word to johnny shipes
look, 2021 sitting in this chair
i pulled that yellow weed bag out of thin air
i told jus i be the first in my city
then that 93 boyz did 10 million in a year
i’m the gifted seer, i don’t live with fear
i stay ready so i never gotta get prepared
see, i built a career off of my truth
like issa rae the way i showed you when i was insecure
fake smile for the cameras, it’s just veneers
his famous sh-t is al yankovic, it’s getting weird
a lot of n-ggas get rich in here
’til you get canceled, your friends turn to casper and disappear
friendly ghosts, fn in a fendi coat
[verse 3]
all the doubters and naysayers allow me to say prayers
and send ’em to jesus, fly ’em to their maker
i make ’em take a knee, think ryan and tank davis
we met at the fight
she called me bae when we at mandalay, vegas
they pay favors
i don’t buy covers, i xxl’d
they farming streams, them numbers ain’t real
i’m f-cking cos if i’m in a cell
then i irish exit like i escaped from a double in jail
my hustle is real
i’m not terrence from hustle & flow
touching the mils from juggling os
these n-ggas hoes, that’s apparent
it’s like they got cancer in they larynx
the way they talkin’ out of their throat
i’m a terror, i been waiting since bin laden to blow
holy rap, i need a turban, i hate when they call black music ‘urban’
all music is black music beneath the surface
we sold more seats than suburbans, uh
wild sh-t but i digress
we dying from what we buying, it’s time to divest
how you want quality? addicted to qualitest
addicted to technology, sipping that high tech got you mindless
uh, i need more power
i work like we ain’t got the same 24 hours
flow so disgusting it might need 4 showers
hit from the back, she do a downward dog, i use core power
hot yoga
now she wanna drink my b-lls, tapioca
show you how to weather the storm, al roker
uh, my style doper
i’m 2 years clean, this is how i sound sober
yeah, my vision is lasik, i’m laser focused
this a raid on the game, i gotta spray the roaches
say goodnight to my old life, buenos noches
she a brain feeder, i’m a flying lotus
i get high as the potus, you would think i was voted
in office the way i laid down the laws and wrote it
james baldwin how the bars get quoted
i’m on they ass like a beat cop tryin’ to reach the boss’s quota

- vic mensa

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