Malice at the Palace lyrics

[Intro]
Vic Spencer
Awww yeah
Round of applause

[Verse]
Uh
I'm laughing at my own attributes
You gotta be doing something if they wanna blast at you
For the grace of God n*ggas have you trapped in a suit
Joel Osteen with his hand out asking for the loot
I love to hoop but sh*t ain't my first love
Watermelon and chicken wings the name of my club
Get it busting homie
This one chick that was f*cking [?]
Took us to a n*ggas house we took all of his belongings
The only thing left was the refrigerator
I sent some haters to love somebody but their ass got killed
Swear to the most high you don't know how this feel
It feels like I can rap about as long as a field
I feel like I can wear three pairs of sneakers at one time
Drop kick a rapper putting guns in their rhymes
Knowing they never use them
Spit sh*t that you pursuing
When you doing good they'll invite themselves to your movement
Losing all of the sight I know what's right and what's left
What's wrong with that, that's like hopping on songs with cats that never did dog sh*t but crawled up a tree
Spark up a leaf, no Shawn Skemps when I'm balling with tree
Vic Spencer gonna hold sh*t down better believe it
Being better than me, n*gga you can never achieve it
I mean sh*t when I say it
When n*ggas talking to me they can see I ain't playing
Leave that to the kids, f*ck with me I'm cracking a wig
Mind your business, background packing my cigs
Open up a can of whoop ass for all you pus*y boys
f*ck up out my face little n*gga before I cook your toys
I'm always stating the facts
You ain't got sh*t to say when them lasers attached
We at war my n*gga, no paintball
I'm glad that I ain't y'all
A whole bunch of tall ass n*ggas on your team but you can't ball
[Outro]
What the f*ck are you talking to me at all for