Vice City Pt.II

These niggas not like me, they must really like typing.

It's really not likely, if these niggas even like me. (2x)

 

(I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't give a fuck, no) (5x)

 

Lord forgive them, thou know not what they do.

 

I'll turn a thug into Kylie, call me sicko like a bike you can try me, "what goes around comes around" well I guess they must really like cycling.

A lot of fish in the sea? Well then tell y'all nemos to cum and find me, been swimming in her pussy like a Pisces, not a smoker but I'm in love with piping, Lil yachty sleepers we all got one night dreams.

I dont take bitch niggas kindly, nothing but poisonous niggas behind me, they not in my league im Ivy

Make it rain green like the tree of life crying, too bad this world is always late to shed a tear of Jesus Christ dying, I guess if hidden gems mattered we would all be gold mining.

Time is money so my bank looking like perfect timing, Nickels for my thoughts even though you quarterbacks love dimeing, I'll catch the phrase before you niggas catch the rhyme scheme, turn a problem into calculus to conquer from dividing.

In the road called life there's no real destination it's just crazy where I'm driving, or is the road driving me crazy like the shining, so much shine Im waiting for the illuminati to sign me, I've been known my role in society, I'm just doing a little re-assigning.

True minnesotan I believe in the Vikings, just enough that I'm enlightened through thor's lightning, I like to keep it Loki when I'm writing, my brother nineteen, I told him I'm on these niggas head more than lice be. If your girl got the cake, I'll be the icing.

My king's capitalized like a high C. Actor thinking he A MC because he icee. Real niggas with bitch motives is what I see. Tell Six-Nine, I know where he hiding like I star 69ed him lying. Dreamville couldn't fit in my shoes if they were footbinding. I'm coming for their title, as if the t.i.p of their wave getting tiny.

 

These niggas not like me, they must really like typing.

It's really not likely, if these niggas even like me. (2x)

 

(I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't give a fuck, no) (5x)

 

Last verse, was the first verse I ever wrote, crossing like a church, I spit a verse, and I ain't never broke, talking about Rosetta that's the only thing y'all set in stone,

Talking about Levrix, that's only thing you could leverage, you should be left at home, claiming you the best with this, just let it go, nothing's impressive to a pessimist, the pest control pressing both, leave em depressed, they a stepping stone,

They've been peaked, they the eskimos, gypsies, like mexican homes, kids-napping, I'll be arresting their chromes, shut down what they compute to, even youtube or whatever messenger's on, and before you get kicked leave Messi alone,

My six sense is symmetric. My lens is prophetic, they limbs is prosthetic.

The niggas who I rap against is pathetic. The only thing they adding to the sentence is depression.

Y'all family and friends were never connected, and now you can't even function, like a dependent clause without a coordinating conjunction.

All y'all niggas ass, cause of assumptions, battle of the bands, I bring brass to their knucks shit.

I'd carry this group on my back, and they'll still find a reason to front with.

I've got bags under my eye, from bagging their luggage. Sleep with one eye opened, Im like the last Uncle Ruckus,

I gotta get these niggas out, before AJAK kicks the bucket.

But nothing ever really dies, just evolution from puppets,

To possibly pulling the strings, geppetto carpooling in your dreams, apart from levels losing steam, I've done beat the game, my mentor used to move for Meech, I've done switched the lanes, now my Mentor is soon to move for me,

They believe I could easily be defeated, but where's the stats?

How the fuck can you plot on my statistics, but couldn't read a pair of graphs?

That's like being all about the numbers, but couldn't care less for math.

They don't know the probability of someone ending me dead in my tracks.

Ask the ones that ended up dead in a flash. They had a hard drive on disc until now, they've been ejected in half.

How could I be narcissistic, when I'm this reflective in raps? Killer been drilling kids, it just mirrored a slash.

They run to bands (bans) for aid, but the second they pull it off, Imma let that fire breathe like hand grenades.

Im DMX when he's pressed, pulled their card, the visa's next. Disrespect, and like BMX, I'll bring the techs to their decks.

What's next? More strep? More regret? Cause I've already disproved what they gotta say, in the paragraphs or pair of graves they couldn't read yet.

Bitch Im A-Rose, being the goats a fucking preset. Last niggas I dissed ended up choking like a gagging reflex.