paroles de chanson No More Packing - Dat Boi Vic

Cried in my bedroom
Teacher told Camron
He'd be dead soon
Six months later
That's when the lead boom
Indictment season
Shake down the trappers
Swept by the Feds broom
You don't like conscious rap
Cuz you don't know the ledge coon
The end is near
And I don't feel fear
Stared at the red moon
A baby is born
So full of life
Rose from a dead womb
Live from Sodom and Gomorrah
Where the plot is a horror
Niggas will never pick up the Torah
Cuz Richie Porter
Is their Christ figure
Alpo is Judas
Niggas shot dice with ya
Took a nice picture
But sold you out for the right bidder
The ice glitter
Caught your bitch looking
And I just might hit her
Nawfside black men in pain
Pouring out White liquor
Tap the bottle
Dope boys praying
We hit the trap lotto
Vic is Tarintino or spike
This just a rap novel
Black Tahoe
Niggas with black hoodies
Who clap autos
Niggas dumb deaf and blind
Horace Grant with the fat goggles
Don't compare to niggas
Who one dimensional
Cuz it's the principal
The golden child
Born a indigo
Rip to Dick Gregory
Died one week
Before we could meet
I'm in a suite
Looking down
On niggas in the cheap seats
I'm still a hood nigga
Turned Paris into the freaknik
I'm from where niggas gotta Keep heat
Or be a sweet lick
A million dollar rapper got clapped
It was a cheap hit
A million dollar rapper
Still dying over some street shit
The universe is mental
The cells hold your data
That's your info
That's fifteen songs down
Since the intro
(We out niggas)