Vic Spencer - Deadstock

{Verse 1}
I did some crazy shit the other day
Held the home button and asked Siri for a date
I don’t know what the fuck for
All I know is she didn’t say no
I went looking for her the day before I rolled a doobie on the redline
A bum asked me “Why you rolling up the dead pine?”
I told him that I wanted to prevent forest fires
Support all the gold, give the ore to the tryers
You try running for your goals but you’re tired
You’re getting high with some hoes that’s been wirеd
Rolling up a healthy joint in the ER
Wrote a vеrse on paper then turned to a live retard
I might be wrong with the verbiage
On this song I sound like I’m on (?...) by gold curtains
I’m amongst the elite with a lethal doc in the mix
And get a psychological cheat sheet (Damn)
I had dreams of crushing my case worker
In an orphanage with four other kids ready to serve you
You think of failure when you think of group homes (Right)
I already got the blueprint on my tombstone
I already feel invisible
Feel my bars like I’m with you in the car
Rappers getting close but they won’t get far
And your raps all I hear is blah blah blah
I don’t know who got the higher bud between me and my cellphone
The CTA CEO can’t figure out why the third rail’s gone
I used to bump up and down (?...)
Rapping out loud lyrics to Confession by Cam’ron
I think my brains is missing but I ponder
I’m alive I gave my dead (?...)
Throw you off a banister music
I ain’t going nowhere so you got to be used to it
Flexing on records you can’t have
Rapping bad with your lame ass
You say it’s a whole lot of rappers
I say it’s a whole lot of bed bugs (Ew)
Exposed to you niggas because I’m fed up
I never left but it’s the return of the boom bap
I’m still new to the scene
So when they hear my shit they’re like “Who’s that?”
Shit even hospitals are sick of me
Put a bullet to my head to get rid of me