Rehab Resort lyrics
by Vic Spencer
[Intro]
f*ck
Yeah
Wish muhf*ckers stop p*ssing me off
Let me the f*ck be
[Verse]
I woke up put the spliff to my mouth
It's a lot of people who got they ass kicked for they mouth
I’ll knock the f*cking lips off your mouth
Now I get why elephants is scared of a mouse
Tried to challenge my bad vibes
Tried to coincide with what I idolize and that was the bad guy
Potato head ass n*ggas always ordering mad fries
Looking in my face the only time you saw a red eye
n*ggas think I'm hating the kids
Knowing if they was asked they wouldn't rate me for sh*t
Only time I see Your name is when my name is in a bad light
It be n*ggas like that tryna give me the most advice
n*ggas that don’t like me should be murdered
Your raps equals a vegan gyro cheeseburger
You hate to see n*ggas hating on me
Knowing god damn well I been helping muhf*ckers careers since 03
And if it wasn't for me n*ggas wouldn't have nothing
It's insane how Chicago slept on Nothing IS Something
The next Bar gone be my favorite line
Chris $pencer was a waste of time
Muff yo head into a watch now yo ass face the time
If It wasn't for me n*ggas wouldn't make a dime
I can't take all my love back
If I put you in a wheelchair I'm gonna get you hubcaps
f*ck that, I’m not doing a thing
b*tches sweat you in ya face you still not screwing a thing
n*ggas said they was gone get me they not doing a thing
b*tch ass n*gga you’ll ruin a fling, muhf*ckers
Removing my dreams by all means my life ain't keen
You the type to take pics dressed ya as a fiend
I bump fiend first album track 9 baby the streets ain’t safe
Somebody stole that CD 4 times straight
f*ck
f*ck
Man you n*ggas know how n*ggas used to do it man
n*ggas come to ya crib looking in your mother f*cking rap book
Wanna try and steal ya sh*t man
God damn man give me my sh*t back
Rappers is dead weight dead skin inside of a cake
Lives is at stake, try if you can't, Fie up a 8th
Ride to the lake, fried til I'm baked, lie to the Jakes
Grind on my bae, 9 on my waist, die where you lay
Rappers is dead weight dead skin inside of a cake
Lives is at stake, try if you can't, Fie up a 8th
Ride to the lake, fried til I’m baked, lie to the Jakes
Grind on my bae, 9 on my waist, die where you lay
Rappers is dead weight dead skin inside of a cake
Lives is at stake, try if you can't, Fie up a 8th
Ride to the lake, fried til I'm baked, lie to the Jakes
Grind on my bae, 9 on my waist, die where you lay
Aye
sh*t