Lyrics Bipolarism - Vic Spencer

Motherfuckers don't work like me
They don't make sure the bodies get merked like me
Taking a whole hour to write a verse
I'm watching ya soul burst get high in a church
Shit is unnatural it's factual I'm better than niggas
Keep the blicker raise triggers like babies
Havana Blue Mercedes just riding on slauson
Blaze big Indicas and don't be feeling nauseous
Still not fucking with these Chicago rappers
Make them niggas pay call em Wells Fargo rappers
Roll up the tree in a autumn leaf
I do shit on ya block and make ya ass call ya chief
I let the clip rest
Big ass mountains of the kilos it's bout to be a sniff fest
I don't be lounging with drug addicts
We all not mammals but you tryna fuck rabbits
Lavish as hell they be clocking my wave
Room full of enemies ohhwop to the face
Still work bodies of dead rappers
While my niggas dig up ya grave I laugh at ya
I should no longer share my fucking energy
I go back to my old ways it feels like it's 10 of me
I learn to work with niggas where they at
I only do that shit because I already know how you act
Niggas acting like bitches too much with no ethic
If you rap and can't produce a album then I'm skeptic
Niggas love to step on toes
Then the consequences follow we just step on ya nose
Excellent flows excessive with goals I'm very vocal
Nigga not Spanish the Chavo calling me loco
I told you Vic Spencer not very social
Niggas ain't nothing rinsed garbage disposals