Vic Mensa - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Look Revolutionary, anonymous Secret service want my surveillance like I'm Obamas kids 16 shots and now they got me on a wiretap Riding the trunk with the blunt Jerk, fire that Riding the track to Michigan, fighting the drug case District attorney looking at me with the screw face Do say, don't you know it's no hope with dope? But he ain't know how dope I was, so I'd probably caught a new case My suitcase is packed with Alexander McQueen sh** I call Wang personally I don't need a seamstress Plead the 5th plus I keep my chick in that Vera Wang Rocking so much Wang, you'd thought it was the family name Yeah, I know that I'm a target So I drew it on myself Let the industry be the marksmen If you look close, you see that every bullet miss my frame Them 16 shots around me not enough to count the names From Tamir Rice to Mike to Eric Garner, Freddie Gray Oscar Grant, Eric [?] What more can I say? (Uh) f**ing A Dance away the pain Don't wanna hit with the quan I do my dab to duck a stray Pray for these shorties They bankin' like West Side Story But black on black crime is only one side of the story You got them bodies hanging from trees in our recent past You forget this the type of sh** that they teach in cla** [Verse 2] When the Harriet Tubman's drop I need 20 G's Free D'USSÉ for every slave she ever freed Turn up and down to the underground railroad The bouncers let my people go Like Moses told the Pharaoh Flow on the Whitney Museum taste level Tasters on the Spotted Pig plate level My London chick doing A-levels Need a stunt double I stunt like Rupert Murdoch got me feeling like a daredevil I heard they try to ban the kids from the Soho House That's cool, 40/40 kick it my photo ops Write, direct and produce the video clips Ya'll talk like b**hes in the comments Cause you're just a bunch of photo thots Oh no, there he go Promoting violence They thought this rap was just for show But this is no Empire sh** I'm no Hakeem Hakeem the Dream Olajuwon, my team Keep the Houston rockin' The clip is taller than Yao Ming Never wanted to be about gun talk But if you start me at them razors I will let them guns off This is just a disclaimer for anyone that wanna come for mine I turn your life to bad karma when it's drama time I got card crackers that'll yank your bank card Run up in the Saks like Thank you Based God Oh, you don't know my name? Better watch your damn words You don't wanna end up with that Kevin Durant curse I'm Game 7 Steph EP nothing but net You want a physical Martin Shkreli write a check I'm going Wu-Tang forever My crew paid forever Savemoney with the Rocafella My new gang forever Vic