Vic Spencer - Love For Vic lyrics

I'm the worst rapper yo.. How the worst rapper is the most hated tho? Whatever... Agh Vic Spencer: the worst rapper from Chicago They want me out the city as far as the chi-go But im out here posted on dangerous blocks With n***as that miss school and love slangin' the Glock Agh Changing the plot, rearranging the flock The circle has changed, now i get to aim at the box Agh This is World War Ten, i got bombs for ya' See it in ya' video lookin' like Tom Sawyer (haha!) Look how i came out the dirt and emerged To be one of the greatest to ever do it without leaving the curb Seein' chicks curve n***as, and end up crashing Seein' one opinion turn the whole earth to bat-sh** n***as that once knew me call me an angry uncle I'm lookin' at these n***as like "what the world has come to?" (ugh?) Very pa**ionate about who I'm rappin' with So all of this loyal sh**, I ain't havin' it Agh Bumping freight by Amy Nothing changed me except for d**h But either way, I'll die the same So many times I could've hide the pain But you hear it in my voice every time i rhyme again Sittin' in the j**ish restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender And he from Belize blowin' weed, look what time get ya' Me and my wife havin' a hard-time finding babysitters Argument everyday, look what time get ya' (agh) Fixin' the plot, i've been liftin' a lot Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' your block In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, before the manufacture I seen n***as come n' go, look what life got ya' Bars sound like I should never sit behind 'em Spit a couple lines at 'em then they blind faster Sometimes the mind matter if you f** with me But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the truck with weed Posted in that b**h smokin' out the backseat No f**s to them rappers out here showing a**-cheecks (ew!) Rafe ceiling lights in the tahoe I'm safe in the hood over downtown Chicago See some protesters, I don't f** with that sh** I be k**in' the role, petal wall stroll with the kicks Ten years ago, at the taste in the see-thrus Got me some p**y off wearin' then 350 V2s (agh) I ain't in to that lifestyle, I write wild Tazmanian devil how I react now The microphone I can hug on the spot Appreciate all the love that I got, muhf**er (oooh!) That's it... no more Lyrical exercise d**h out of VI, right?