Hellz Yea! - VC Life (By Any Means) lyrics

[Produced by Hellz Yea!] [Intro] [Sample] [Verse 1] Soon as they opened up them Fed doors, plotting to get more Plotting my next war, go tech, invest more From crack raw, to black entrepreneur To cash, concerts, applauds, awards and on to Forbes I thought I seen it all, I know I need it all I lost Dogs in the drug wars, I breathe for y'all From penitentiary time, to legendary rhyme Spit very deadly crime, I'm on my Belly grind Sipping a bevy of Hine's, that's cognac crack Divine wit' a bevy of dimes, that's where the God at But fly chicks and fly whips, need more than this Next thing, tech scene, Andreessen Horowitz See, my whole aura sick, I'm just a rawer kid From crack life to rap life, and all them bids But so much more than this, that's what “D” be on Just trying to be more, and get my VC on [Hook] This is VC life, this what keeys be like This what “G's” be like, by any means be like This is VC life, this what keeys be like This what “G's” be like, by any means be like This is so remarkable, thought it impossible But I'm unstoppable, don't make me conquer you Don't want the drama duke, my n***as bombing you I'm just a wiser Don, but know what firearms 'ill do [Verse 2] I just left Menlo, trying to get that Benz doe Can it really be that it was all so simple From crime life, to fly right, strived to get my mind right Sipping on that Hine's like, n***a this is my life I don't need the spotlight, the God already got light What my life and times like, I can give you highlights Show you on that scoreboard, peddle to the floorboard Pushing in that Tesla, give a f** about the law for Blowing in that fast lane, flowing 'till that cash came I was on that drug route, thug, gun and mask game Now parlay, spa day, key to your city Modern day Valjean, call me Divine Diddy Thought they had me boxed in, prayed the cops knocked him Handcuffed and locked him, oh, no, not him This is real sh**, billion dollar deal sh** On that VC life, live what TV like [Hook] [Verse 3] Copped a mansion out in Atherton, right next to Ben Horowitz, formulaist, guess I was born to win Black Slicon, iller zone, blessing all my k**ers home My Brooklyn crew, Northern Cali' my gorillas roam Wolves on deck, I put my dudes on tech What my moves on next, I pursue more checks Too cool on set, groomed smooth so fresh On my Bevel next level, I presumed I was next I'm a rebel 'till the d**h, she a devil in a dress Wearing Prada, fly Mamma, so hotter, make 'em sweat But no, not “D” though, fly tuxedo Black Bond, firearms, Sicilian, Don Vito From New York City, ran to San Fran quickly Divine Horowitz, like, Eminem and Fifty He hit me wit' a milli', know a n***a blow silly Out in Cali' in the Valley, Silicon so gritty [Hook] [Outro] [Sample] © 2014 Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)/4th Letter Music (BMI)