Vic Spencer - Malice at the Palace

★ Intro ★
Vic Spencer
Awww yeah
Round of applause

★ Verse ★
Uh
I'm laughing at my own attributes
You gotta be doing something if they wanna blast at you
For the grace of God niggas have you trapped in a suit
❲?❳ with his hand out asking for the loot
I love to hoop but shit ain't my first love
Watermelon and chicken wings the name of my club
Get it busting homie
This one chick that was fucking ❲?❳
Took us to a niggas house we took all of his belongings
The only thing left was the refrigerator
I sent some haters to love somebody but their ass got killed
Swear to the most high you don't know how this feel
It feels like I can rap about as long as a field
I feel like I can wear three pairs of sneakers at one time
Drop kick a rapper putting guns in their rhymes
Knowing they never use them
Spit shit that you pursuing
When you doing good they'll invite themselves to your movement
Losing all of the sight I know what's right and what's left
What's wrong with that, that's like hopping on songs with cats that never did dog shit but crawled up a tree
Spark up a leaf, no Shawn Skemps when I'm balling with tree
Vic Spencer gonna hold shit down better believe it
Being better than me, nigga you can never achieve it
I mean shit when I say it
When niggas talking to me they can see I ain't playing
Leave that to the kids, fuck with me I'm cracking a wig
Mind your business, background packing my cigs
Open up a can of whoop ass for all you pussy boys
Fuck up out my face little nigga before I cook your toys
I'm always stating the facts
You ain't got shit to say when them lasers attached
We at war my nigga, no paintball
I'm glad that I ain't y'all
A whole bunch of tall ass niggas on your team but you can't ball

★ Outro ★
What the fuck are you talking to me at all for