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vic spencer - a damaged wraith lyrics

[verse 1: vic spencer]
uh
something about me is cloudy, some people doubt my surroundings
i’m kneedeep in this game, you dumbfounded (f+ck 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 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+gga rhyming different, i be shining glistening
p+ssin’ n+ggas off, f+ck 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 stacking bacon
you n+ggas rush projects showin’ lack of patience, f+cker
f+ck outta here, n+gga
uh
you goofy ass n+gga of the century, n+gga, don’t think i forgot, n+gga

[verse 2: rockness monsta]
real life, all your movies and yo’ tv flop
my effect on the world special with no cgi
n+gga ever tell you we took something from me, he lied
keep a little old mag on me, no tv guy, what’s happenin’
tap it with sachman, get the facts from the savages (uh huh)
we scr+pin’ the script from the past, i mastered the magic trick (come on)
can’t actually spit it in raps ‘cause they be yacking n+ggas
[?] sn+tch 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 [?] logo
no girl there, extinct bird for the gods, boatloads (translation)
we don’t just want dough, we want dough, though (yeah)
h+lla weed, raw black fondo (uh huh)
on my way to my favorite wh0re shack, [?]
she humming welcome back on my b+llsack
y’all know i ain’t lettin’ her go, we got a long pass
rondo
[verse 3: vic spencer]
better get some bigger soldiers (huh)
i’ma post up at your crib once this sh+t is over
we got ya’ address from a chick that you was freakin’ on
you thinking with ya’ d+ck, huh?
the clips make these n+ggas moan
how does it feel not to be here while ya’ kids is grown? (huh)
you hear these bombs, that’s the sh+t i’m on
p+ssy
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, nah, agreed
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
it was a price on ya’ head, now i’m copping a ride
tilapia? nah, i don’t f+ck with the texture, motherf+cker
smacking you in the face, now you reluctant to jest us
p+ssy

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