[Intro]

(Now what you know about me)

(Now what you know about me)

(Now what you know about me)

(I live but to protect my [?])

(At least I did protect it until last night)

(It was stolen away from under me while I slept)

(I woke to find it gone)

[Verse: Vic Spencer]

(Please welcome to the mind of Chicago emcee Vic Spencer)

You know its real when the younger rappers don't love you

I would hate me too

I ate crews, I never lost a battle

I can't say the same for you

Cock-eyed niggas know how to aim at you

Engineers be lying to niggas

They know the shit wack but they got bills to pay

And let you spit riff raff and laugh while deleting the bounce version

I'm in the lounge like velvet curtains

Not giving a fuck who's emerging

Y'all not my concern, nowadays I don't even hang with rappers

I be with street niggas ask them

Now shut the fuck up

Don't go back to the booth

Make your ass disappear off a sack of the poof

They be mad at the dude because he's spitting the truth

They might be taking more time but I'm still better than you

I'm known for treating these rappers I don't even need to at them

You ain't got no power, roadkill how we splatter them

Vomit all over your welcome mat

Fuck your ho for coming I'll take it back

For niggas wearing tight ass sweaters and bucket hats

I'm loving rap so much I could bring my babies to the youth

I spit scabies to the youth

I'm never mad I got racks somewhere stashed

Even sometimes I forget where its at

I can't take it with me

Niggas not in my bracket not dealing with that shit

Bitch