Lyrics RUMORS - Vic Mensa

My job was to connect Black America to Africa!
And if God is with me you would do well, to leave me alone

Streets is talking
Mostly out they neck, think Stephen Hawking
This ain't a HBO show, don't believe the Gossip
Girls want me for the mugshot, feds want me on a drug stop
Passport tripping like Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock
I'm an African intellectual, go peep my Ted Talk
You start connecting the dots they gon' hit you with that red dot
Look at Nkrumah, look at Malcolm, look at Martin
When you unifying shooters then yo' ass becomes a target
It's funny, 12 come for me it's everywhere
But I get Moosa 11 years off a prison sentence they never cared
I pop a wheelie they want me Meek Mill'd
I been sober for a year I'm doing milly's off a weed deal (93BOYZ)