Bipolarism lyrics

[Intro]
What the f*ck is wrong with you Vic?
I know your vibes is off dog
No you don’t
f*ck outta here
f*ck
Nobody f*cking know me man

[Verse]
Mother f*ckers don’t work like me
They don’t make sure the bodies get murked like me
Take an hour to write a verse
I’m watching your soul burst
Get high all in the church
sh*t is unnatural, it’s factual I’m better than n*ggas
Keep the blicker, raise triggers like babies
Havana blue Mercedes riding on Slauson
Blaze big indicas and don’t be feeling nauseous
Shill not f*cking with these Chicago rappers (Naw)
Make them n*ggas pay, call them Wells Fargo rappers
Roll up the tree in the autumn leaves
I do it on your block and make your ass call your chief
sh*t
I let the clip rest
Big ass mountains of kilos, it’s about to be a sniff fest
I don’t be lounging with drug addicts
We all not mammals
But you trying to f*ck rabbits? (The f*ck?)
Lavish as hell, they clocking my wave
Room full of enemies, guwop to my face (b*tch)
Still work the bodies of dead rappers
While my n*ggas dig up your grave I laugh at you (Hahaha)
I should no longer share my f*cking energy
I go back to my old ways, it’s feeling like it’s ten of me
I learned to walk with n*ggas where they’re at
I only do that sh*t because I already know how you act
n*ggas act like b*tches too much with no ethic
If you rap and can’t produce no album then I’m skeptic
(It’s f*cked)
n*ggas love to step on toes
And when the consequences follow we just step on their nose
Excellent flow, excessive with goals, I’m very vocal
n*ggas not Spanish the [?] calling me loco (Crazy)
I told you Vic Spencer is not very social
n*ggas ain’t nothing but rinsed garbage disposals
[Outro]
f*ck
f*ck outta here
I don’t care about your f*cking feelings man
You gotta be crazy dog
Show and prove n*gga
Not back and forth
pus*y boy