Текст песни Still Plankin' - Vic Spencer

Niggas want me outta here
I splatter ribs I got a daycare by where ya nana live
My grandma kids still living ripping the soul out ya heart
I gotta spark all types of flavors when I park the ark
Catch me planking on ounce of sacks
Came up say the same stuff dangerous on the map
Crab in the barrel clapping ya arms I'm on charge
The souls in a folder controlling the whole squad
To the almighty, best top model imma call Mighty
It's a label up there ran by Chris Lighty
Don't try me I eye weed like scales
The latter of life I'm climbing like snails southside is hell
Make sure my daughter closets full
Niggas Already know I'm a farmer to youth
Enlarging the poof smoke sessions smoked out
Hope now seems like I can see the shit believe it's vic
The meanest kicks Beam to wigs I'm still on that I am warning cats
The artifacts The architect wanna meet my raps
Toejam and saltine cracker socks I crack the vault
It ain't my fault I don't feel lost in the swag sauce
Lord is my witness, you watching my moves
I'm bout to poke yo eyes while I take me a cruise
Bitch

Lately all I do is look at niggas that I done bodied and just smoke in they face Nigga HUH
Get the fuck outta here, pussyboy