Vic Spencer - EVERY DAY

{verse 1: tree}
Dirty money in the vault
Let me tell you what it costs
I can’t even put a price on it
But let me tell you what i lost
Bad bitch with the sauce
Another mad bitch with some gloss (gloss)
Serial numbers all scratched off on this chrome-plated nina ross
And i don’t even lose sleep
I ain’t got a rollie, i ain’t six feet (thank god)
But i done been around the world
Put some real thorough niggas on their feet
And niggas really be on fake shit
But that fake shit that ain’t me (fake shit)
And i can smell what you’re smoking homie
What you’re smoking homie that ain’t weed
Don’t you walk up on me imma squeeze (squeeze)
Niggas dying over greed (greed)
Niggas dying over some bitch
Just a dumb bitch on her knees
I remember one chick was a sleaze
Come quick when i please
She was burning niggas as a juvenile
Like 400 degrees
Damn

{verse 2: vic spencer}
I been in the hood starving (hungry)
I done seen the other side
I done seen the other side twice balling
Paperwork with the big larkin
I been sparking up the tree often
Often or not, scheme and plot all the time
All time high, i made a couple hundred bands rocking crocs
Still listening to pac
Triple fat (?...) tims on
Sip goose still when i get on
Tip after eating up a t-bone
California, i bringing all of my trees home
When i walk outside all i see is clones
Plus i don’t see myself leaving all this tree alone
(shit coming with me baby)
I’m not cool with niggas
Get up out my way before i use the trigger
Situation sticky like the weed is
I proceed to be a g
I done dominated every category i’m a beast