Vic Spencer - Online Desparation

★ Intro ★
Uh
Shit
Let me get to my shit
Fuck

★ Verse ★
I’d rather keep it G than keep score
One sixteen will leave you more than sore
To the core niggas is whores that hold microphone cords
I do what I want, now they all want war
(Y’all better bring it, I want the smoke)
Always breaking the beat into pieces
Then sit back like I’ve been defeated, I’m just weeded
Y’all be buying watermelon that’s seedless
I’m the pro type of what the wolves really needing
Niggas at my head but I get plenty rest
You inject hormones in your ribs for the tenderness
You went to grab a dildo when you first head get the strap
Rubber grip, believe me homie you gonna need fix-a-flat
Niggas don’t wanna get money they’d rather have clout
The number one thing you shouldn’t have is doubt (Right)
Ouch, you need to bounce, I don’t know your kind homie
Been a threat so they threaten me online homie (Fuck)
Shocking news, roll up the tropic fruit
I’m not surprised niggas don’t follow rules (Naw)
The honest truth, the sonic boom in the tonic room
Busy as fuck I got a lot to do
Shit
Suffering succotash, if I see your face I’ll be the first to punch it fast
That shit goes for all my foes
Nothing gon’ happen to me because these niggas is hoes
I get back to rapping because rapping’s a habit
Then the habit started attacking the masses with hella classics
This is still a massive takeover when I am rapping
The ashes turn to dust, get fucked for all your masters
The task was to have it official, niggas turned into snakes
I been cold back when Alex Wiley looked like a grape
Victor off the brakes, the middle finger to Jakes
Go take a shit at somebody’s wake (Ew)