Vic Mensa - Shade 45 Freestyle lyrics

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Vic Mensa - Shade 45 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, first of all, I want to thank my connect For tellin' the world off top who got next I'm waitin' on my chain, but still a lot on my chest From standin' on porches to standin' on couches I post and picture and they b**h in my outfits I'm on my Prince sh**, game, blouses Roc fam in the buildin' tonight Yeah, oh, what a feelin', I'm k**in' y'all life I know n***as is sh**ty, I'm in Vegas with Diddy But, b**h, I think I'm Diddy when I'm in my city Or should I say Hov, that's the CEO A n***a come sideways and I'm at his throat Hit the neck, then watch how the body float You maricóns, I party on, raise a toast It's the Roc, I'm six-man, chase the coach And I do say he's been an amazin' host Got the Roc in the buildin' tonight I can stunt on y'all all, I ain't really the type Ay, you ain't got to bring your purse out Or worry ‘bout your rapper boyfriend's whole life, that's turned out You know I'm in Chicago in the worst drought Flow wet, Hov said, ‘Get your verses out' I tap out when they figure ‘Pac murder out Still gettin' richer, my temperature at an all-time high For all time, I'm aimin' past six figures What you know about that? Lil' n***a, that's big sh** on this side That's this side, I can't speak on his side My deal good, I'm overpaid like the rent high And my rent high as f** How I'm gon' fall off when I'm sendin' sh** up from the inside? I could turn the rumors out All the speculation about the dollar amount Why I got to count? I got an accountant From the top of the mountain to the great and gutter What a chance, I'll be in France and they sayin' they love him And I k**ed the charts in Scotland and Dublin High off the 'Down on My Luck' sh** The fiends is flustered You give 'em the dope, but it's hard to trust it So many puttin' soap in the game I came out in the rain like I got on a train Dried me off in the hood, how I came up clean? The game's so dirty, how I not hit a stain? But it ain't a stain, all these Saint Laurent chains Step on the dope, I'm k**in' this white I built what your boy couldn't build in his life And the Roc the construction site I broke in the buildin', turn on the lights, we in the house