Vic Spencer - Communion Wine

★ Intro ★
Gathered here today
To give that tree to one another
Almighty ganja

★ Verse ★
All hail to the big diamond swishers
Staring at the perch looking like a kingfisher
Blue jacket with the orange sneakers
Cops search me but the drugs parked by the meters
They a bunch of weepers, babies with guns
So when they put the four fifth down dog puncturing lungs
Got to see a lot of ladies with blunts and they don't need a man
But when their ass see me they ass need a fan
Hot boy but not from the south
Southside of Chicago the way that I bounce
Drop the album
I noticed the sleepers
I spoke with a leader
While I smoked on the reefer I stroke divas
Remember me from group homes
But now I'm a teacher that breed believers
I'm eager to see all the reapers and creatures that said they was gonna kill me
But they weaker than a seven day bus card
I'm hard like bleachers feel me
Niggas can't get near me if they tried
I done already lived 'bout five thousand times
Vic an old fart
They really don't want to deal with me
They tried to discourage me instead of keeping it real with me
Came up like the rest of these niggas without big machines
Vic the gleam like a glazed donut from Krispy Kreme
Lines all around the corner
We made money on niggas blocks and they didn't even warn us
Niggas always think twice before trying to harm us
And these bitches waste no time to charm us
I roll up in a missionary Baptist church
I shouldn't go to hell for rolling up some purp
Big bubba kush blunt to the face
It's a whole bunch of fire when the burning is ❲?❳
You can catch a nigga burning bridges when you don't fuck with niggsa
And to think that these niggas must be out of decisions
Good riddance my nigga I wish you all the luck
You couldn't touch the stars if your ass was tall enough