Lyrics Assessment Patties - Vic Spencer

Never soul searching in my 40s
Making moves with my roady smoking 40s with a shorty
Received game the heat stings it's sort of like a bee sting.
I don't really know what the beneath bring.
A psychological assessment is the testament
Ever since I stop being cool with rappers not stressing shit
Smooth out my own problems I'm my own coach
When I was young as hell I hung with old folks
Make the song hurt 14 hours later Im spazzing I gone cold nuts
When I had a low cut
I was the one taking the chance with other niggas
And wasn't getting the love now everybody and they momma swear
That I should sweep that shit under a rug, huh
When you rebel they never want you to speak about it
When you see a nigga staving you can't eat around em
Plotting on ya plans cuz they some pussyboys
You can tell the difference between confidence and paranoid
I'm eating ribs but my outfit is plant based
Ass shake, girl with the fat cakes
Twinkies ain't got shit on her
When she wore that Lizzo fit, them muhfucking cheeks on her, is magnificent