[Intro: Vic Spencer, Sxlxmxn tags]
Uh...
"New shit!"
Woo!

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
Something about me is cloudy, some people doubt my surroundings
I’m knee deep in this game, you dumb found it (Fuck outta here)
I breathe structure, I break rules
I’m equivalent to what a hustler 'bout to turn his eighth to (Ching!)
Equipment, blunts, and a whole lotta competition
I even tried to keep my conscious distance
You know what I want to come true? All of my mama's wishes (Facts)
My momma gettin' old, I’m 'bout to plan doctor visits
I hate to say it, even when it’s true, Victor got to live it
Yeah, this n***a rhyming different, I be shining, glistening
Pissin' n***as off – fuck with me, a whole lotta triggers involved
That’s real talk, man, a candid conversation
Hand out raps like they handin' out nominations
You looking at my shoes, that cost cheese, boy, I’m stackin' bacon (Stacks)
You n***as rush projects, showin' lack of patience, fucker

Fuck outta here, n***a
Uh – you goofy ass n***a of the century, n***a
Don’t think I forgot, n***a – hmhmhm
[Verse 2: Rockness Monsta]
Real life, all your movies and yo' TV flop
My effect on the world special, with no CGI
N***a ever tell you he took something from me, he lied
Keep a little ole mag on me, no TV Guide, what's happenin'?
Tap in with Sachman, get the facts from the savages (Uh huh)
We scrappin’ the script from the past, I mastered the magic trick (C'mon)
Can’t actually spit it in raps 'cause they be jacking n***as
Pause – they be yapping shit, snatch ya’ dope up and traffic it (Okay)
But the squad know though
For the record, music live in my skull
Listen, my bones dead fly like the squad logo
No girl there, extinct bird for the gods – boatloads
Translation: we don't just want dough, we want do(ugh)-do(ugh) (G'yeah!)
Hella weed, RAW Black fronto (Uh huh)
On my way to my favorite whore shack – Arnold
She be humming "Welcome Back" on my ballsack
Y’all know I ain’t lettin’ her go, we got a long pass – Rondo
(Heh heh heh heh heh...)

[Verse 3: Vic Spencer]
Better get some bigger soldiers (Huh)
I’ma post up at ya crib once this shit is over
We got ya' address from a chick that you was freakin' on
You thinking with ya dick, huh?
The clips make these n***as moan
How does it feel not to be here while ya kids is grown? (Hah?!)
You hear these bars? That’s the shit I’m on
Pussy!
(Fuckin' wit ya, boy boy...) Uh!
Back on the mission, I’m catching nothing but dead floatin’ fishes
Dishes, gettin' my hands washed clean from doing dirty business (Right)
I’m a brand that’s built on integrity (Yup)
I’m the future, so if you ahead of me, you better be (Boy)
You said it’d be different this year, an' I agree
Better bring extra clips if you commutin' over East
Headin' to Detroit just to blaze cookies
Put me on the court, I fade away on rookies
I play defense on the opposite side (That's right)
It was a price on ya head, now I’m copping a ride
Tilapia? Nah, I don’t fuck with the texture
Motherfucks smacking you in the face, now you reluctant to gestures
Pussy