Happy Dollars lyrics

[Intro: Vic Spencer]
Uh
sh*t
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Damn this n*gga still here
I know n*ggas not, like, excited to see
Vic Spencer still standing here?
Yeah, we're very excited but we not, we thought you were done
We really thought you were outta there man
n*ggas gon' have to deal with that sh*t
I guess so
That's my word
Yup
Oh yeah, he's here, let 'em do his thing, f*ck it

[Verse: Vic Spencer]
I know n*ggas is not happy to see me
I live in the world, in order to live, you steam weed
No worries, eyes red when they bury me
I bet you somebody in heaven is serving weed
Perfectly, the surgery of hip-hop contain my weight
I knew what I had to do, but I was afraid
Got off that punk ass sh*t, start recording hit after hit
Outfielders took off they mitts, mm
Rap n*ggas is p*ssed 'cause I'm the sh*t
I'm chips dipped in a lava pothole, I got goals
Some of 'em take time, some of 'em scratched off
I got raw since my last album, Jimmy Hacksaw
I keep a thought to jot, I keep a f*ckin' thot on my jock
Don't be mad at me forever, lil' fox, bae
Keep moving along like the expressway
It wasn't [?] day
I played the first album 'til I was blue in the face
A whole to-do list quickly erased
Stinks, I got a after taste
Super dry shorts, tomato paste
Your whole life's like body waste (Ew)
Don't get scared when the shawty wave
I know n*ggas be hating, they shakin' my hand, goddamn, who has the energy to deal with that?
Gettin' back to how I used to be, 'cause usually I didn't give a f*ck
Ended up in better predicaments with my penmanship
Scribbled it, now it's worth thousands of dollars
I know n*ggas not happy to see me
Because I make being yourself look too easy
[Outro: ?]
The Patterson echoing with a sense of ocean and space and limitless possibility
Smelling strongly of sea and scrub pies, fried clams, and fat cats