Vic Mensa Blazin’

Ain’t no way I can’t make it I would die before I ever let ’em take it

Nigga this is my life my story my pain my glory put your lighters up for me I’m blazin’

My teacher told me I ain’t ever gon’ make it wasn’t handed out shit had to take it

Nigga this is my life my story my pain my glory put ya lighters up for me I’m blazin

Don’t give a fuck about critics they can suck on my di-dick tell ’em I’m breakin’ they rules

Doing this shit on my own so I guess now that I’m crown I got the duty to kill it

Turn this shit up in yo iPod feel it when niggas is locked up doin’ digits

Pushin they way from they Civic hope that that you never forget it

I got you, you my brother forever where you are put your faith in me I’m shining

You can wish upon a star promise I won’t let you down promise I’m gon’ put it down

Promise I’m gonna rep my city everytime I’m outta town

I know a lot of niggas hate especially when I’m not around

But when I see ’em in they face I know they ain’t gon make a sound

That’s enough of what you know about stories of the heart

How ’bout when a baby’s mother sees a family ripped apart

The judge done threw away the key, he was trying to feed his son

There’s only two things you can be: That’s dead, or dumb and with a gun

There’s niggas dying every day it’s the Chi Town home of the gun shots

Where niggas try to look like Al Capone in they mug shots

City where the weather gets warm and the blood drops

Shot a shorty on his way home from the bus stop

Some one tell me when it ends lost my mind I lost my friends

All that I can think to rap about is candy-coated Benz diamonds shinin’ in my chain

Ice gleamin’ in my ring parasites inside my brain up in the club and I make it rain

Seein ghosts when I fall asleep – life is a game and it plays for keeps

Drippin’ away and they say you weak – 47 dead if they even speak

Sometimes I wonder what they say

Would you stand and listen to that shit or would you run away

Is you really safe up in your crib or is you one away the strike will hit you any day

Minutes movin’ slow I pray I make it through the month of May

Summers commin round too fast

We still trying to get our head together of the last

When they took my nigga wish woulda seen him fore he died

We ain’t no bitches but when we heard that shit you know we cried

Ain’t that shit crazy, how just one moment can change me from my life

Had or dreams if I was dead wonder what that shit be like

Wonder if niggas would cry wonder if they know my name

Wonder if they think I’m happy, wonder if they know my pain

Wonder if they think I’m lame cause I never had a hit

Wonder if they talk about me then forget that I exist

For the kids that I’m a bring into this world, this is my apology

Your pops is headed for wrong, don’t father me

And for the end of this song I solemnly

Swear you niggas can’t stand side by side with me

This ain’t rap, it’s highway robbery

And I brought Chuck and Jay Dee for the ride with me

I own this shit, Chicago’s my property

Savemoney standin, no toppin me, nigga

Ain’t no way I can’t make it I would die before I ever let em take it

Nigga this is my life my story my pain my glory put ya lighters up for me I’m blazin

My teacher told me I ain’t ever gon make it, wasn’t handed out shit, had to take it

Nigga this is my life my story my pain my glory put ya lighters up for me I’m blazin

Vic Mensa Shades Of Blue

[Verse 1 – Vic Mensa:]

Color of more than pee coming out of the sink

It’s 2016 who would think

Kids in America don’t have clean water to drink

Like they cut the EBT took ’em off of the link

I read a story about a woman with her daughter in Flint

She got lead poisoning, from showers in the morning

When the governor switched out the pipes to bring the water in

To the city river cause he said they can’t afford to get, clean water

So now the poor people get the shorter end

Of the stick, ain’t that some bullshit?

Shorty thirsty, he just bought his fourth fifth

It’s lead in the water gun, they dying from a full clip

And they got toddlers drinking toxic waste

While the people responsible still ain’t caught no case

I don’t get it man, I just ain’t with it man

They got Damn Daniel distracting you on Instagram

Back again with the all white media coverage

They do it over and over like remedial subjects

The people with the least always gotta pay the most

They the first to go when they deleted them budgets

Can a nigga get his basic human rights?

Is that too much to ask, should I say it more polite?

And everybody broke so we in the same boat

But would they let that bitch sink if we was white?

They got me shades of blue

[Hook – Vic Mensa:]

Rain or shine, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Ain’t no sun, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Purple haze, in a daze, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Change gon’ come, it’s all you, it’s all on you

It’s all blue, all blue

It’s all blue, all blue

The skies stay gray, around my way, around my way

[Verse 2 – Vic Mensa:]

Waking up to the morning sun in Detroit

I’ll be with the people when they come for the boy

Everybody tryna be American idols

My X factor is I’m the only one with the voice

What’s bigger than us is kids listen to us

That’s why I give ’em that truth cause they don’t get it enough

Everybody too busy online to see how these people lying on us and that shit’s [?]

It ain’t enough for police to wear body cams

Cause niggas still gettin tazed and body slammed

And cigarettes will kill you on their own but they’ll kill you for a cigarette I honor Eric Garner fam’

I’m a part of him, he a part of me

I’m a prodigy in these Prada jeans

I’m tryna’ make my partners a part of the election

So you ain’t gotta presidential pardon me

And pardon me, but why is it that the darker must suffer?

How do we protect the culture from the vultures?

There’s a Cold War every summer in the Chi

It’s a snowball effect from the Cold War in Russia

But Vladimir Putin ain’t in the hood recruitin’

And Derrick Rose ain’t the only one out here shootin’

They set fire to their own squad cars

And a bitch on the news gon’ blame it on the lootin’

And here I am talking ’bout a revolution

And I can’t even spare a dollar to the movement

But I’m in the strip club spending dollars on that movement

I guess we all got room for improvement

[Hook – Vic Mensa:]

Rain or shine, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Ain’t no sun, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Purple haze, in a daze, it’s all blue, it’s all blue

Change gon’ come, it’s all you, it’s all on you

It’s all blue, all blue

It’s all blue, all blue

The skies stay gray, around my way, around my way

Vic Mensa Naked Pictures

[Verse 1:]

She told me everything don’t always work the way you want it

I said I’m only trying to get as close as I can get

I left her laying by her lonesome early in the morning

Didn’t even tell her nothing, I just said I had to dip

I’m speeding down the highway now, my top down

Breeze in my head will keep me cool cause I’m hot now

Heated, miss me with love I don’t need it

I was born to be a legend, it was written… nigga read it

This is life music, that having problems with your wife music

Neck to the edge of the knife music

Please, a few pills past the recommended dose

Swear another Advil could probably turn me to a ghost

I’m off one, listening to Lauryn Hill “Lost Ones”

At 40, 000 feet everything looks awesome

Even the coupes turn to itty-bitty dots

You can’t even see the niggas you could only see the blocks

Like…

[Hook 1:]

When you’re all alone

Champagne drinkin’, sittin’ there waitin’, what’re you thinkin’?

No, don’t be scared now

I know you want me

So send me that…

Send me that body [x3]

Send me that…

Send me that body [x3]

([talking:] Yeah, take a picture, a naked picture)

I know you want me

[Verse 2:]

I told her everything don’t always work the way you want it

But if you try then you could find that you get what you need

We kept a lot of shit between us, never got confronted

She ain’t really speaking, me – I wear my problems on my sleeve

It was before I learned to hide what I was feeling

Cause to let someone see you when you low is to concede a loss

We worried women skip church keep sinnin’

Shit cause bitch I paid the cost to be the boss

I’m back-back ballin’ on em, a couple racks, take a cab home

Flippin’ 5 chicks for every bitch a nigga jagged on

A lot of nice drink til one of us is gettin’ dragged home

Life is playing playground tackle with no pads on

You take hits, take chances and take trips

We break records like old people break hips

At times I wonder if I lost it

My mind floats to you everytime I get exhausted

I’m right there

[Hook 2:]

Sittin here on the phone

Yes I’ve been drinkin’, enough about me, girl guess what I’m thinkin’

No I’m not there now

But I know you want me

So send me that, right now

Baby tonight now

No need to fight now

Want you to send me that, right now

Baby tonight now

You in your night gown

Want you to send me that…

Send me that body [x3]

I know you want me

Vic Mensa Wimme Nah

[Intro: Vic Mensa (Kami)]

If you want that

(Yo)

Hey Chukwu

(Whats good my nigga?)

If you want that

It’s good my nigga, I just got back from New York

I did that XXL cover

If you want that

([?], let’s go)

[Verse 1:]

Hey go and get you some, that’s if you want that

That check look stupid dumb, boy you better flaunt that

I’m same birds stay on the porch, ain’t used to call back

And they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

If I could predict my future, I’d bet a hundred million

Pops ain’t think we pick that penthouse from hangin’ out front the building

Hit in the head of that Chi Town letterman on my letterman that’s my business

Cause they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Damn near feels like everyday, my nights end same time the as sunset

Brand new watch come hella late, still ain’t bust and I ain’t done yet

Talk that street shit cause I’m from that, before I knew tango had a knot

Boy watch how I work, I put that on the clock

[Hook:]

Hey go and get you some, that’s if you want that

This shit the anthem, I need a hunnid flat

I feel like Walter Payton, run that for my city now

And they wimme nah, and they wimme nah

Same shit just a different day, hol’ up report back

I been smokin’ strongs swear these boys do not want contact

I feel like Michael Jordan statue in my city now

Cause they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

[Interlude:]

Yeah

I got the city on my back

Niggas know I ain’t gonna fall

I’mma pull up in that bitch like skkrrrr

[Verse 2:]

Hey, I’m trippin’ up in tight rope walkin’, niggas pointin’ and talkin’

When you play they pray your balance fail you just to watch you fall and

I’m still on my tippy toes, keys to my city close

Cause they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Think work like a stripper bitch, apply it to the grip

Pivot to a euro step, hustle back

Run a play, touch a stack

Countin’ purple hundreds like they counterfeit

Who be with you now? Same niggas from the rip

Clock don’t stop, gotta clock this cash

Uhh, bet I knew that in the past

Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through

Been in this shit since ’93

Runnin’ like Mike back in ’92 (Whoo!)

Payton in ’83

Super Bowl Shuff ’til you get that ring

Pop said make it, it don’t have to make you

Say you miss the old Vic, bitch me too

We was on the road, I ain’t have no job

I ain’t get no tick, I ain’t have no watch

No whip, nope, but I had that squad

They wimme nah, run up on you like the Flintstones

You six feet down, bam, bam

Teddy bear for my jumper, you clownin’

That was the innanet, now catch me in traffic

Been at the train station, Cuba packin’, paid vacation

And I stay on Woodlawn and 47th you can Google Map it

Boy they wimme nah

If you want something they’ll let you have it

[Hook]

[Outro:]

Yeah they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Yeah they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Cause they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Yeah they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Yeah they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Cause they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

Yeah they wimme nah, yeah they wimme nah

(Hey! Hey!)

Vic Mensa 16 Shots

[Verse 1:]

Ready for the war we got our boots strapped

100 deep on Stage Street

Where the troops at?

The mayor lying saying he didn’t see the video footage

And everybody want to know where the truth at

On the South side where it’s no trauma centers, but the most trauma

A lot of cannons but you don’t want no drama

I can’t imagine if it was my own mama

Got her first born son stole from her, he never had a chance

And we all know its cause he black

Shot ’em 16 times, how fucked up is that?

Now the police superintendent wanna double back

Cops speeding up to the block like a runnin’ back

Tension is high, man these niggas is irate

You can see it in they eyes, they wanna violate

Screaming out “Oink! Oink! Bang! Bang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Murder! Murder!”

Murder they mind state

I just made me a mil’ and still militant

This ain’t conscious rap, this shit ignorant

Nigga, hair trigger

Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun

When I cock back, police better run

[Hook:]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

[Verse 2:]

They threw a little girl down on the pavement

Pushed her off the bike and said, “Stay out the way, bitch”

She was bleedin’ on the ground through her braces

This is what happens when niggas don’t stay in their places

The mayor duckin’ when he fired the superintendent

But resignation come with bonuses and recognition

So we gon’ break in the stores on Magnificent Mile

And if we gotta go, let’s go to prison in style

Cops killin’ kids and stayin’ out of jail

But Bobby Shmurda can’t even catch bail

So it’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Now I got everybody yellin’ out, “Fuck 12”

[Hook:]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

[Refrain:]

There’s a war on drugs, but the drugs keep winnin’

There’s a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin’

[Verse 3:]

Me and Lord got a clip with an extendo

And we rollin’ with it, hangin’ out the window

We on 16th ridin’ by the police station

We might make a pork rind out of pig, bro

Somebody tell these mothafuckas keep they hands off me

I ain’t a mothafuckin’ slave, keep your chains off me

You better hope this 9 millimeter jam on me

Or get blown, I hope you got your body cam turnt on

Fuck a black cop too, that’s the same fight

You got a badge, bitch, but you still ain’t white

This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke

Tell him I don’t bring a knife to a gunfight

[Hook:]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

16 shots

And we buckin’ back

16 shots

[Refrain:]

There’s a war on drugs, but the drugs keep winnin’

There’s a war on guns, but the guns keep ringin’

Singin’

[Bridge:]

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

Mu-u-u-u-murderer, murderer

[Outro – Jeffrey Neslund:]

The video shows Laquan walking southbound down the middle of Pulaksi, which is a four lane street in Chicago, two lanes going northbound, two lanes going southbound. There are squad cars visible in front of him and also squadcars behind him. The dash cam video is from one of the responding units which was trailing Laquan approximately 20 to 25 feet behind him. The shooter’s squad car is visible as it drives past Laquan and parks in the middle of Pulaski behind another squad car. Two officers then exit that vehicle with their guns draw. At that point, Laquan begins to walk away from the officers on a southwest angle towards the sidewalk. What Laquan is about 12 to 15 feet away from the officers, the width of an entire lane of the southbound traffic, one officer begins shooting. Laquan immediately spins to the ground and the video then shows that the officer continues to shoot Laquan multiple times as he lays in the street. 16 seconds pass from the time Laquan hits the ground until the last visible puff of smoke rises from his torso area. An officer then approaches Laquan, stands over him and appears to shout something as he kicks the knife out of his hand

Vic Mensa YNSP

[Intro – Vic Mensa:]

Yeah (yeah)

Yung Netscape

Save Mula baby!

Owwwwww!

Uh-huh

Y-N-S-P

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Innanet!

[Hook x8 – Vic Mensa:]

Yung Net Save Peso

[Bridge – Eliza Doolittle:]

So why do you wanna know?

I’m not that puppy dog jumping for bones

How high will you go?

The makers are making it, there’ll be no faking it

[Verse 1 – Vic Mensa:]

Oooooh, lemme talk my shit

16 when they tried to give me 35 hundred

Now them labels back on my dick

Yap yap woop-woop

How’s life these days?

Gotta say man shits legit

Generally a rowdy roller rolling ayatollah

Tell me that ain’t blowing up quick

Shit for the birds, let ’em sleep with the fish

First off, tell ’em Vic back

To bury the bullshit niggas be signing

To be honest yo I told No I.D. that shit wack

Wasn’t even trying to be arrogant

Bearing comparison to us

I mean it’s kinda just fact

Who could make the globe shift with a flow switch when I wrote this

I was on a plane feelin’ like David Blaine

I blow ’em out the water when they try to put me in a box

Box with God when I throw fists

High society Haile Selassi out with a full clip

Basquiat with a pen

Hand paint the benz in the bodyshop

Kamikaze top blown back you a throwback

God knows we the new shit

You know the name you know the gang

I know they saying we up next

But fuck that I’m right now

Yung Net!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Ain’t shit change but everythang

Wonder how I stay afloat

When the pressure on my name could probably make a levee sink

Sing another song

See beauty in the pain

Paint a picture, put ya picture in a magazine

Lost a few niggas, red tattoo for my blues

True back when I was 17 I couldn’t wait to be king

Close my eyes in my sleep

Hear my dreams sound so loud

Every show sold out

So to happens it happened

Poof!

Magic, jumping like Mike I’m Johnson meets Jackson

Yap yap (woop woop)

Hitting 6 corners in a drop top, that’s a hexagon

Someone told me I’ve been ‘posed to blow

I’m cutting you from the rope, if I’m next in line

Be careful how you react (be cool)

They actually after you happily capture you cappin’ your beef

Put a bullet in your back

Killers stay awake when the streets go to sleep

TV’s in the seat couldn’t show you where you at

Pitch black, nightmare

Kill ’em right there

Write like Richard Pryor to rap

Toussaint to slave was supplying the sack

[Hook]

[Outro:]

[Dan:] Yooo, Vic, whattup man? Yo, I’m just making sure, yo are you sleeping?

[Vic:] Huh, yeah… Shit, I dunno

[Dan:]

What? Vic, the flight leaves at 7: 30 man

Leavin’ [?] at the LAX

[Vic:] 20 to the 0, shawty got that ass though. [coughs] What’s up?

[Dan:] Dude, get up! You need to get to the airport now, man

[Vic:] Alright I’m up, I gotchu, I’m up. I’m up. I’m finna just, just like lay back down for a second and shit, but I’m up though

[Dan:] Go, cause you’re late, don’t be late man. I need you to get on that plane. 7: 30 leaving O’Hare going to LAX

Vic Mensa Clear Eyes

It’s been a while since my boys looked at me with clear eyes

It’s been a while since my voice became shaky with sniffle cries

It’s been a while since my boys looked at me with clear eyes

It’s been a while since my voice became shaky with sniffle cries

[Verse: Vic Mensa]

Wide-eyed and dizzy walking

Another night another hangover

Another day of being broke I dreamt I had a range rover

Them 40 oz keep me drowning in the King Cobra

I’m peering on keep on staring over the same shoulder

Same soldier, I guess I never strayed too far

I mean I never lost my way

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned your problems follow you wherever you are

So really ain’t no point in running away

It’s hard to say I keep an open mind

At least I try to when I can

Sometimes it’s hard when you’re mourning on the loss of your man

This past summer I was close though, an inch from my death

That’s why I sentence to the most and thank God for this breath

[Hook:]

Walking away-ay, Walking along-ong

I was getting paid-aid, but something was wrong-ong

Nothing to say-ay, You should’ve known-own

An inch to today-ay, I’m all on my own-own

It’s been a while [x8]

It’s been a while since my boys looked at me with clear eyes

It’s been a while since my voice became shaky with sniffle cries

It’s been a while since my boys looked at me with clear eyes

It’s been a while since my voice became shaky with sniffle cries

Vic Mensa Welcome to INNANET

[Intro:]

Good morning Vietnam

I’d like to welcome everybody to the INNANET

Tune in, log on

[Verse:]

I think I fell off the bed as a kid and I hit my head

Maybe was ’bout 10 first time that I tied Makayla up and they walked in

Welcome to INNANET, where to begin?

Might as well start at the tip top, give me a moment I’m runnin’ from time

Seems like I’m tied to the clock as it tick-tocks

Tippin’ the metropolitan axis in which I exist it’s a trip to imagine

Imagine that which I inflict when I flip on the beat

I’m an artist, no need for a canvas

Campin’ the van at the local campus

What do you mean he not there yet?

Hair-brained adolescent ass on the airwaves

Pullin’ to your city with my niggas in the caravan, ridin’

Like do or die, ain’t this some shit

Volume on 10 turn my shit up, they fist go pump like pistol grip

That Vic he stay up in some shit

Sometimes it’s hard to let go of it

I be so high I be in orbit

She already courted me kinda cordially cornered me

So I stick her on the bumper like “coexist”

That’s another one, give the drummer some

In this case I guess that’s me

Who made the track? You can just ask me

I be on some next shit

Wonder why niggas still don’t really respect it

When I spit that unexpected

Thoughts from the mind of the greater collective

Subconsciously copy me, niggas just can’t help it

So many good ideas, why be selfish?

It seems like you can sing the blues all you want

But they don’t really love you ’til you Elvis

Til the labels shelfin’ your album, Lord help ’em

The hellbent one way train to fame with fake friends depends on the outcome

Pick it up quick, my shit too hot

What gets you hype what turns you odd?

Obviously optimism isn’t really my business, I’ll beg your pardon

Me and my niggas in the party and we get it started

I’ll start the engine and the pendulum swings

I’m in a race of time to try and find a peace of mind of mine

A walking stan to the departed

Or hardly go and they don’t know I think I wanna stop

It’s somebody make a nigga wanna keep goin’

I’m goin’ out of my head, I think I wanna die

I don’t love myself, I bet the feds love me more

Had ’em and the minutes keep comin’ with the reward

Let ’em get a village of the crack sinners and the black families that they destroyed

Finna hit the backhand and tapped into the Internet intro

Can it be all so simple?

Seems my weed bag gettin’ thin, my pocket hold no scratch

I ponder if apocalypse comin’ to hold me back

But baby if you love me let me take you where it’s ugly

To the place where no one comes, now we’re standin’ up and above me

My Lord, no no no no

I done seen demons

[Outro:]

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Tap into my frequency

Vic Mensa Heir To The Throne

[Intro:]

Roc A Fella has stepped into the building

I promise you, man, it’s a problem

We ain’t come here to tell you our signs

We ain’t come here to tell you how old we are

We ain’t come here to tell if we got wives, childrens

We ain’t tell you that we got cars

Twinkes and 20 inch rims but alls that’s not in the know

We came here to shut down New York, I promise you man

I came to tell them, I know what I came to tell em

I don’t wanna do no photoshoots, no articles

[Verse:]

This the beginning of a new dynasty

I hope you niggas come prepared

You should be very scared

They tryna tell me Vic chill you ain’t playing fair

How you think I got here like the opposite of Nair

I just want the winning chair

I pledge to live revolution, you acting off reaction

Real niggas in my faction

So if I need a burner squeeze, I don’t pop it, I just pass it

Let my shooter take that shot like John Paxson

Please, don’t blow me I’m sick, you don’t wanna see me sneeze

Wrestling with depression you could get DDTed

I’m the link like EBT where black like BET

Shout to my London niggas at the BBC

Mother fuckers jump to conclusions

Try and box me somehow I always comeback like Rocky

ASAP gave me some game he said

I’m iller than any of these rap niggas who gon try to advise me

That’s why I never listen, I don’t respect tradition

Never talk to the cops, you end up dead in prison

My nigga lil E came out full grown

Got pulled over driving back through the hood home

Niggas is targets and we ain’t even started

You don’t wanna see me go Black Eyed Peas retarded

Black out on one of these artists sneak dissing

And spot you like you wearing the red shirt at target

Couple rap niggas you’d thought we was crew, straight up!

Real life niggas is corny what can I do, straight up!

Rich boy rappers get the notion that they tough

You a cheddar Bob you better shooting yourself

I just ordered the Glock because we at war with the cops

Police saying off the street more than a block

They shooting niggas down like a gazelle to a lion

It’s hard to keep calm when real niggas is dying

I grab iron I am the beast shoot at police

Hide out in the condo caught a alias on a lease

Is aliens in the projects outer space in the streets

We ready for war nigga you ready to be deceased

Compare me to Chief Keef, cause niggas is weak minded

I’m the heir to the throne, must you be reminded?

I just signed a deal with the Illuminati

That’s how I got the Ye feature and got super popping

They watching, wanna know what’s up with the album

And the hair, where you get your rock and roll style from?

Young Jimmy Page, I’m on a different page

I get different pay got different ways to make it

Niggas turn their back on me so many times, I gotta front

I ain’t have 50 Cent, Nas, teach you how to stunt

I pray to you to remain true to skip school and

They ain’t been in my shoes but assume my shit is shoo-in

Like I ain’t sleep in a car seat with nothing to eat

On a tour with J Cole I ain’t make a dollar a show

Don’t fucking talk to me about paid dues

Don’t chalk my success up to Kanye influence

Nigga, I made U Mad before I met dude ass

That’s no disrespect that’s my nigga you knew that

But mother fuckers always act like I ain’t prove that

I been killing these niggas since my high school raps

On my cop killer shit like ice T back

With a Roc A Fella lim and a little black panther

A side of Shakur mixed in with Fred Hampton

And there you have it kid now, can I live?

[Outro:]

No more interviews, cut the tape

Vic Mensa Homewrecker

[Vic Mensa:]

She said everything you say is a lie

I text you and you never reply

Sometimes I wish I woulda been with a regular guy

All these years and you gon’ string me on like that?

Like a puppet and Gepetto when you know I’mma snap

You don’t understand the power that you have to affect me

Could use it for good, but you’d rather neglect me

You keep pulling me back like a Chinese finger trap

I try to let go, but you just won’t let me

I guess that she could sense the sex in the morning

Judging by the way she kept texting and calling

Phone blowing up, you say you never ignore me

She found a rubber in the crib

She got the evidence on me, damn

And that’s my fault, I made mistakes, G

I knew you was crazy, but not this crazy

And still I opened the door, I shoulda known better

But who’d’ve ever thought you’d be the wifey and a homewrecker

She flipped the kitchen table and broke a water glass

Screamed, “Bitch, come out here, I’m coming for yo ass”

I screamed back like, “Please stay in the bathroom

Whatever you do, do not leave the bathroom”

She in the room, ass out like a baboon

Looking extra hot like a vacay in Cancun

My girl tryna swing on a nigga with a damn broom

Now look at the mess we made, baby

And that’s my fault, I made mistakes, G

I knew you was crazy, but not this crazy

And I opened the door, I shoulda known better

But who’d’ve ever thought you’d be the wifey and a homewrecker

Damn, the wifey and a homewrecker

Who’d’ve ever thought you’d be the wifey and a homewrecker

Shit

I knew you was crazy, I knew you was crazy, but goddamn

Who’d’ve ever thought we’d take it this far

We like to get drunk and get pissed off, but this, dog?

My chick start ringing every buzzer on the wall

Fienin’ on a nigga like an addict in withdrawals

My other chick hiding in the bathroom in her drawers

And me, I’m the middle just like Malcolm in the hallway

Like, “Please, don’t pull a fuckin’ stove out the wall, babe

I knew you was crazy, I knew you was crazy”

She said, “You don’t know what you do to me, baby”

I say, “I do,” she say, “You don’t,” I say, “Let go,” she say, “I won’t”

Now we wrestlin’ in the kitchen, “How the hell you get so strong?”

She pull the dressers out the cabinet, all the knives fell on the floor, whoa

I drive you crazy, but you love that shit

I’m looking down at the knives, “Please, don’t cut that bitch

I mean, she ain’t know I was yo nigga”

[Pounding on door] (Open up!)

She like, “It’s time to go, nigga, peace”

And then police come in the crib, looking all out the window

And shorty come out the bathroom, mad as a schitzo

I wanna speak to her, but as a minority

I had to hide the weed first, that’s a priority

It feels like Love & Hip-Hop should be recording me

10 minutes later and we acting so cordially

I got shorty a car, you came back to the door

I knew we hit rock bottom as we laid on the floor

And that’s my fault, I made mistakes, G

I knew you was crazy, but not this crazy

And I made it happen, I shoulda known better

But who’d’ve ever thought you’d be the wifey and a homewrecker

Damn, the wifey and a homewrecker

Who’d’ve ever thought you’d be the wifey and a homewrecker

I knew you was crazy, but not this crazy

[Rivers Cuomo:]

A homewrecker, a homewrecker

I wanna go back

A homewrecker, a homewrecker

A homewrecker, I wanna go back

A homewrecker