Vic Mensa - Warm Up Sessions Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] You n***as ain't drinking enough water man, that's why y'all skin look crazy man Stay hydrated man, SBTV [Verse] Conversations with pops how it ain't take that long to get here And where I want to take it for the future I told him I'm renovatin' a roof in a castle of many kings But only one in a million Martin Luthers, you think non-violent Like I ain't come from the same city that Keef did And never held them bars inside the precinct Step out a hospital to check on Jake just to see if he was decent Have me thinkin' 'bout, when I was in that room myself Exposed a lot of people's true feelings whether they lend a hand to help Or only in it for the ride, I guess I'll let you decide My mind movin' a million miles per minute I should cop a whip and get in it In the last leg of the rap race, runnin' point in the game with thieves Tradin' bullets is better to give than it is to receive They said I couldn't be, make 'em choke on the breath they breathe Why I stay me, for the ones that didn't believe me You see the contradiction, my life a mess, I dirty my dishes Mom still wash my clothes, used to carry bags out the kitchen Seventeen years old, sellin' O's my pops was trippin' Look at my life as a product of real n***a's decisions That's the truth, I always knew I know Even when we ain't have much to hold now we get ten a show Tell Trip, tell them boys I want more, I multiply my bands I was hangin' outside the store I had them holes inside my pants Some of my n***as still sell dope, hope they don't catch a case Judge wanna see a young n***a get locked up I just wanna cuff b**hes in a hot tub Live fast, die young, like a rock star Eddie Van Halen, hate to say pick up we made the call But I still put 'em on my neck, cover this Goldilocks and gold Off the plane I put the city on, tell 'em that I'm really home If I die before I wake, hope I write it in a song Hope I die a million strong, hope I bring a billi home Hope I crash leavin' the club bringin' the Bentley home SaveMoney attitude, yeah that's the sh** we on I just sat down with Jay Z, what he really on I've never been the type to ask for somebody to put me on But I just feel like when it's right, man it can't be wrong Spent a lot of time in my mind, done, minutes gone When I look back it's them same times that made me strong I feel like D Rose when he played for Simeon b**h I feel like Steve Nash when he get his pivot on The way I turn around and spit on every track I'm singin' on I feel like the ceiling's gone, really on Something like that, shoutout to SBTV man, I'm out here man London boy