Vic Spencer - Memory Chemistry
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{verse 1}
Ey
Who’s the best rapper i don’t want to hear that shit
When i’m rapping like this at my age they fear that shit
Huh
Most niggas hit the exit
Knowing god damn well the game brought me here as a blessing
I’m saving the ear, i’m saving mind
I work hard in the field y’all can play with the grind
Everything i do i got haze on my mind
I get highed all day so i stay at the lions
Life is like a free-throw
All i care about is money i don’t need hoes
If this was a game i won with no cheat codes
You niggas not yourself
Who you speak for
You looking like food and i’m about to have a feast yo
Enough bodies in the world, enough shotties in the world
I get money in the world while you’re probably with your girl (baby)
Lazy ass nigga bake a cake with an apron
You never had a drive if you waiting at the station
I want niggas to fucking pick up their face after i break it
You niggas is thirsty as fuck to smoke somebody else’s weed
That’s why i laced it (ha)
A rapper with no tree, make it make sense
At the age of ten i was really blended with the hood
Section eight the whole block this was before backwoods (yup)
This was when twista and the snipers had shit on lock
I had do or die, dough or die before it even dropped
Listening to whatever tony draper dropped a lot
That was the first crime boss album
While we counted up the notches
I got to stop thinking how i used to be dirty as fuck
When i had more years of being fresh, dog my memory sucks
I’m feeling like i had endless luck
Not trusting every buck i feel a rush
I clean up nice, i can kill a tux
Drip like a faucet you niggas is gonna get clipped cause you lost it
That’s what you get for thinking that you bossing
{verse 1}
Ey
Who’s the best rapper i don’t want to hear that shit
When i’m rapping like this at my age they fear that shit
Huh
Most niggas hit the exit
Knowing god damn well the game brought me here as a blessing
I’m saving the ear, i’m saving mind
I work hard in the field y’all can play with the grind
Everything i do i got haze on my mind
I get highed all day so i stay at the lions
Life is like a free-throw
All i care about is money i don’t need hoes
If this was a game i won with no cheat codes
You niggas not yourself
Who you speak for
You looking like food and i’m about to have a feast yo
Enough bodies in the world, enough shotties in the world
I get money in the world while you’re probably with your girl (baby)
Lazy ass nigga bake a cake with an apron
You never had a drive if you waiting at the station
I want niggas to fucking pick up their face after i break it
You niggas is thirsty as fuck to smoke somebody else’s weed
That’s why i laced it (ha)
A rapper with no tree, make it make sense
At the age of ten i was really blended with the hood
Section eight the whole block this was before backwoods (yup)
This was when twista and the snipers had shit on lock
I had do or die, dough or die before it even dropped
Listening to whatever tony draper dropped a lot
That was the first crime boss album
While we counted up the notches
I got to stop thinking how i used to be dirty as fuck
When i had more years of being fresh, dog my memory sucks
I’m feeling like i had endless luck
Not trusting every buck i feel a rush
I clean up nice, i can kill a tux
Drip like a faucet you niggas is gonna get clipped cause you lost it
That’s what you get for thinking that you bossing
