[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Tippy-toed in through the back-door basement Picked up the pistol off the shelf Shouted in pain tripped on a plug hit my head on the freezer Hope someone comes down to my rescue to help It's hell in the kitchen Burning hot, turning rocks to the Pyrex pot Cooking crack synthesis my sh** too hood to gentrifix The illuminatis didn't invite me to their pizza parties So i pulled the brake through the brake lights on a (teen?) Ferrari Rocking off a rocket, rock a band with my Vega Vodka Spilling pill popper pocket description has Victor's doctor Diagnosed overdose so don't dabble d** i'm addicted Dip my blunt in My bu*ter's worth double cup in my (diction?) Dick in my hand i dont trust no man Manic depressants steppin with the devil like Holding hands in a square dance with Uncle Sam Something know when they comin you better off running The harder the hotter the flame is the deeper the burn Im burning the b**h, b**h i run it run it Still keep it 100 ive been Off the top like, Kenna climbing the summit, what is This hip hop sh**, honestly its a joke cause Most of these cats be talkin can catch a, to the throat Obviously it's a game If they tryna come at me then they leaving hopping in pain Dropping a name is the best thing you could do If you step to my crew it's obvious im next to be Blew, blow up, show up and get destructed Destroyed, ahh deconstruct, connected, disrespected get- something like that