Vic Spencer - Out the Water lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] I came out of nowhere They didn't expect me My flow is like faux pas Rocking a pair of SB's (fresshh) I'm so gone call me Mr. Jet Ski (Mount!) While you at home in your room trying to stretch weed They gave me an invite, and I ain't wanna go So I sent a look-a-like, for a no show Blow smoke. Don't choke. It didn't k** my brain cells Instead of taking pain pills. I think headaches ain't real Bed brakes on the real, when the God smashed ya broad. Oh my lawd f**ing head game needs a damn applause A studio audience. 16 is a sitcom Hell a marks loitering, will I drop a big bomb? Execute the situation What you think is dope is basic Oh its fashion that you chasing? Leave his ankles on the pavement Then it's back to the booth Like nothing happened, bang and snatch I stay that mother f**er That these shaky Maude's aiming at [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Came out the woodwork, like shop cla** Popped up like Pop's a**; years later Told I had the same fro that Pop's had Told I had the same flow that Pac had My father figure was a n***a in a top hat Moonwalking for a hundred thousand pockets I know at home I had some problems back with my dad I'm sorry my bad, I'm on your iPad I had a childhood they just scared I'll never grow up I'm scared to God that all my friends at shows won't show up They arms is fold up, like “Tell me what's the hold up? When the f** you gonna show us, how the f** you supposed to blow up?” And everything I give them, n***as just want the opposite b**h obviously I can spit! I can pitch up an octave And spark a hip-hop apocalypse! Through the wire my college sh**! This my Chaka Khan scholarship! Teachers better acknowledge it! [Hook: Chance The Rapper] I come from out the water I come to drown your soul I come to sing my story These fables must be told I came from out the water I come to drown your soul I came to sing my story This fable must be told But you can't find me You can't find me no You won't find me You'll never find me no