Lyrics Victor Wynslow - Vic Spencer

I was minding my business on my grandma porch
Til I heard the richest nigga never came home from court
At this point man niggas was hungry
Niggas was selling boa constrictors just to get to the money
Shit wasn′t televised 24 hours forever fried
Swear to god the worst day of my life
My phone didn't ring all of that day until later that night
It was my nigga Big rob wanted to hit the strip I′m like let's do it
Usually, I don't be on that shit I rather do music
We in the big van banging the music rolling 63rd
Rolling up the misty urb this nigga was sick of words
Turned the music down he made a right
The next block up he seen some fucking niggas he didn′t like
He like Vic you ain′t gotta do shit just stay in the car
I said you outta yo mind I don't just spit bars, fuck it
I wanna see how it′s gone work so I fell back
He walked towards them niggas that sell 10 dollar sacks
It was 7 of them niggas how he gonna survive
He whooped them niggas ass in 10 seconds then hopped in the ride
He said he been killing motherfuckers all week
Even the nigga that never came home that had all the cheese
This nigga wilding till he turned to a boss
Nobody fucking with my nigga quick to clap niggas off
One nigga that answered to his everyday needs wanting him to bleed
I overheard the conversation smoking weed
They both hopped in a truck with niggas I never seen
Followed them niggas to every motherfucking scene
Fifth stop was a warehouse I'm scooping it out
Big rob on the phone calling my phone I put it down
Hop out the car clapping on some audience shit
Big rob fat ass still talking to chicks
On the phone he turned around like he didn′t see shit
He said he peeped me already while I was smoking my stick
Damn nigga that was 12 hours ago
Make me feel like a nigga move too slow
Oh shit gotta be quicker than that
So embarrassed I went to chick house that didn't listen to rap
Now my phone ring all day cuz I might spray shit
Big rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight Vic