Vic Mensa - Numbers on the Board (DJ Semtex Freestyle) lyrics

We in the middle of a war time I ain't spittin' no empty punchlines Nestle with the bars when it's crunch time That chocolate skin get you locked in a bend Some turned loony victim to a Giulliani servin' that Rudy to the booty That's the chalks on Keith Haren outlines in the school zone Get his family a settlement, tell his mother to move on The U-Haul's came and shipped n***as out the projects They tore the buildings down and then they built a brand new target And they wonder why sh** is f**ed up in the streets n***as selling CDs they gotta hustle to eat I'm a hustler, once got robbed by a customer Switched to rap, now I snap like DJ Mustard drums Rednecks up in Oregon startin' their own militia They pull 'em on the feds and they don't even mention the guns, yeah You compare that to n***as with guns You ain't even gotta reach, they put a clip in ya Bullets hit your fibula, bystander film it on his cellular Welcome to KKK-America The rest of the world wonder why we shy on gun control That's cause they're cashing in checks on every gun that's sold See the NRA just like NBA They let n***as play themselves then white men get paid Not me, sir, no not I I need money like method homie in *How High?* I'm out [?] with my n***as, when I south it's southside I be over east, sure ditch Vic I'm in the ride Pull up with the man dem, them boys on a roll Shuttin' down BET with Boy Bettah Know Shout out to my trap star n***as, they get that dough Wear a mask on their face so you boys never know Listen I could go where you boys never go The way I spit sh** it's like you boys never flow Came with the "Down on My Luck" and switched the tempo They thought that was a pop start that was experimental Trust me if, you try me they throw shots at your temple I'm the dolly llama at the llama with a clip full The game is a menstrual show, they bite your sound Everybody wanna be black until the sh** goes down Then everybody turn your back, when I click scroll down Your timeline, oh sh** You a hero now? For the record, I ain't got any problem with Justin Timberlake That's a media spin Don't believe the sh** they say All I'm saying is, you got n***as that love you So show that love to us back, 'cause they here in the struggle My big homies you to come through in their mom lex' bubble Two half black twins, like an Oreo double I asked 'em what to do when Andrew called me a n***a They said "call him white trash," Then he called me a n***a And then I whooped his white a**, then he ain't call me a n***a That's a little anecdote on equality, n***a On the real, it wouldn't be no Martin without Malcolm No march on Washington without the black panthers And everywhere I go, they're asking me about the album I just play like Sway, like, I ain't got the answers I'm an atom bomb when I drop on n***as I'm in them black [?] you forgot them n***as I spit that London flow for my Chi-town n***as Semtex my day one, so I got that n***a I'm out