[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Ain't with that s**a sh**, yo it's Da Vicecrux
You don't f** with me then I bet your life s**s
By design I hold position like you hold grudges
The OG's buy me 40s cause I'm clearly trusted
Talking money you took stabs, Mercutio
f** what it cost, I'm busting traps out the studio
Balling like I never have cause I never will
Put into perspective, it's past over
Not fluffy sh** to keep my past covert
Setting that drunkards wander when that whack rap won't work
Hunting for the heads of n***as rich off ritual
Faculty fight among the grimey-type individuals
f** a foolie you might've saw in a movie
I like girls who take puffs and all that good stuff
They always say yo hold your head motherf**er
Who wants to deal with a dead motherf**er
I sneak out the crib to do the deleterious
My distress signal is a war cry, proving I invested little in self
Hands made for holding books but some blows will get dealt
You don't like me, into the wall, n***as lost the love for climbing
Lack of a better, I think you're histrionic
Wanting all these favors done yet you won't see me out
Hear me quick before they breed me out
My dealer, my n***as got me binging
White Owl lifestyle, dependent
Volatile is the mist of existence
They tried to burn my mans, n***as ain't sh**
Shout out to them 2 12 pack infinity nights, 3rd family at the Glen
To my crime committers and rhyme spitters