General Consensus lyrics

by

Vic Spencer


[Verse]
Uh
I'll slap a b*tch
n*ggas don't want to go to war when it comes to Vic
All my sh*t don't have to rhyme
If a n*gga talk sh*t
I can go grab my nine
Lazy ass n*ggas sap my energy
I was a real n*gga to 'em
But now n*ggas enemies
Me and Doc blowing plenty weed
Women be all on my di*k kissing my mini-mes
My eyes hungry, I'm rich and I don't have money
My momma just hit me up she can't get a dime from me
I was broke I helped my momma buy a whip
Eleven months later she asking me for my sh*t (What the f*ck?)
Everybody look at me like I owe them something
My life been f*ckеd up like some corroded bunions (Ew)
Nobody votеd for me
You could see my heart when a n*gga rapping
Don't call this sh*t beef call it action
I try my best not to show emotion
To stop slick n*ggas we had to buy all the lotion
All of the oils, all of the rain in the city streets
Weirdo n*ggas don't know about police and concrete
And you not art b*tch you more like a thot b*tch
Don't act like your mouth ain't been on no c*ck b*tch
n*ggas swear that they been bending them blocks
I never seen them though
b*tches mad Vic Spencer got the meanest flow
I rep circles around n*ggas and b*tches I'm never biased
I do excellent work when it comes to my assignments
I can tell you about the time that n*ggas was supposed to kill me
In front of my job but they cain't really know the real me
So when they found out they pump their brakes
n*ggas be tough Toney but when it comes to face to face
You can see them same n*ggas out here looking like a pony
I just carved five n*ggas into bologna mother fu-
Whoo
pus*y boys
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