orange soda

vic mensa

to get you what you need

make you love it

make you want it

cause baby you are so amazing

pack the bong

pack the bong

pack the bong

pack it

i'm pacquiao on the track

flow the tempo you should tap it

tap out or black out

black is beautiful say yes indeed

leave my demons in the dust

conducting electricity

i'm silkk the shocker with a fifth of vodka

bag of drugs in my knickerbockers

bach on the staff sheet

trying to pen an opera

sounds so beautiful

fogging my bifocals window shopping at the gucci store

know when you want it

but just can't have it

especially as an artist

don't that shit make you mad

just breathe

breathe

breathe

it's all in your head

know these labels wanna sign me for an arm and a leg

cut my publishing in half like i have to fold

for a dollar

what's a half of a half a whole

quarter water or courvoisier

complicate things

when money's what you conversate

but this is just so that you know

hold up

hold up

hold up

yo wait up

wait up

i'm a let you finish

but finna be famous one day just really ain't where i fit in

fell in love when i was fifteen

i guess you could call it tennis

my tendency for this music

is so much deeper than business

i build a beat in the morning

record it before the evening

why is it what seems important

seems always to be misleading

i wish i could see the future

just wish i could see the future

tell me everything be okay just like my momma used to

my youths unfolding before me

be twenty before i know it

i'm trying to write my illmatic

get tvs that's panoramic

was riding around in a rental

and i don't mean it was rented

totalled my momma's prius

i vaguely remember spinning

i fell asleep from the studio

must've been saved cause no one hit me

they made a list about chicago rappers and they skipped me

maybe because i'm so much more

forget what you not

this is about what you are