[verse 1: Victor]
Okay it's VividVic, v-i-v-i-d-v-i-c
Moses in this b**h i'm parting up my red sea, oh wee
You little n***as can't lead me
I'm f**ing up a Colt like my name Drew Brees how sweet
Tell me how you wanna hear it done
Should I make the flow complex, or just have a little fun?
I don't know, in my notes i'm a Rev. Run
So let me preach a little bit before this beat is done
Wait, these days they just say the sh** to be the sh**
They'll end a n***a life for what he got on his wrist
Or what he got on his chain, heavy ice on his neck
They gon' make that sh** spray
Just to f** up a check
He should've had him a tech
sh**, at least he could shoot back, but hey
Life is a b**h right now her p**y is wack
But enough about that I'm just here for the racks
The messiah is back I am the king of this rap
Of course these are all facts
Need me a curly hair jawn, with some beautiful skin
Make sure her booty is fat, make sure her checkbook intact
Cause I cannot file her tax
Oh my god, shawty relax
Bank account on multiple zeroes
I'm really sorry that I cannot be your hero
No Iron man, Wolverine, or Spiderman here
I know your marvel at my lovely little wordplay there
The way I do it, Nike ain't tellin' me sh**
This that ghosty rap just to dwell in yall midst
Here's the jist, I got these n***as tensed up like a fist
I got a list of all the MC's that I'm gonna shift
f** a hook I'm going straight through with it
Jumping over these n***as kangaroo with it
Don't you throw no curveballs cause my glove fitted
You must be dimwitted, f** around and leave a n***a
Bed ridden, no kidding
I got a whole block of n***as with trigger fingers that's itching
That's Laurelton n***a, 1907 and I'm here
Spitting facts like a mo' f**ing reverend man
[outro]
Don't you f** with me, don't you f** with me
And I'm here spitting facts like a mother f**ing reverend man
P. Soul, what's good?
Crafters