[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