Sleep Heart Lyrics – Vic Spencer
Singer: Vic Spencer
Title: Sleep Heart
Uh cold 〈.?.〉
It was all just a few ago (uh)
Mother f#ckers losing souls (uh)
I never would have thought i would last this long
I guess i’m the only one making real #ss songs
Y’all calling it fun
I don’t think it’s that (nope)
It’s work at the highest capacity
In ’08 they laughed at me
But i was somewhere grabbing #ss and wrapping weed in 〈.?.〉
The baddest on the planet
The smooth talking bandit
Your antics vanish when the victim #ss parachute landed
I had the group homes locked
Should have some money in them group home stocks
Terrible #ss pass but i swear i stay sucker free
If i ran away i would have never met my brother free
So i learned to live off that
Contemplate about giving up on rap
But i kept hearing raw #ss beats that nobody could have
Their minds too shallow to dig in the bag
I spend all day digging in crates, the feeling was great
All these n#gg#s do is copy and paste (true)
The coldest rapper that chicago got
Live and direct rolling up in a wells fargo lot
Invent something new like some cargo socks
Rappers in my city which one of these retardos hot
I f#ck with directors and producers
They don’t talk much when victor is doing what he’s doing
Fake support at an all time high
I wanna create the hate wifi
So i can find the b#tch #ss n#gg#s i don’t like
On life i wish y’all didn’t exist, rest in piss
I wish death on n#gg#s
The pitbull strip what was really left on n#gg#s
n#gg# i’m like vic but i never liked sh#t
All white six with blood all in front of it
Go wash my hands then have lunch with chicks (yummy)
Don’t talk dead in my face when you tweet you suck dick
I’m upping fees for advice
n#gg#s come to me 〈.?.〉 f#cking blog life
It’s a price tag on everything
I know some n#gg#s that sound bad on everything (damn)
Oops
That’s not showing good sportsmanship
Hit all mall just to see how many wh#res we can get (cha-ching)
Back on the bus with headphones
Don’t care about the price n#gg# we laugh at the red phones
And any n#gg# wearing them
All of these b#tch #ss n#gg#s i’m airing them
You would have thought of a jet show
Your stanky leg on the third rail at a metro
n#gg#s gotta think with their third eye
n#gg#s saying they’re better than me i ask why (why n#gg#?)
What the f#ck have you put out that was dope
What was the name of your album?
We don’t know
I don’t f#ck with no new n#gg#s
Who is you n#gg#s that came out nowhere with that weak #ss crew n#gg#
I never played none of your sh#t
Lucky for you your name buzzing cause you paid for the sh#t
b#tch
Mother f#ckers ain’t f#cking with me
Bet your bottom dollar mother f#cker
Take you little n#gg#s trust funds mother f#cker
You better make your granny and your momma proud mother f#cker
Stay out of grown folks way
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