Vic Spencer - National Geographical lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer] National Geographical Concentrate on what's best to be cla**ical when I'm after you I'll make a movie outta rappers too We'll f** you up two ways I feel like I'm acting too Look like I received a Hollywood check And I just f**ed a broad who personally gave me that So confident, Driving like D-Rose Cruise so good, IRS was scared to repo Stressed so I chain-smoke 3 'Ports I ain't on, but I'm hated on the most Smoke a lot, because I'm next to blow Hot-boxing with the guys till my broad was like I'm rets' (ready) to go I got other hoes dreaming 'bout my testicles I ain't bringing no peace unless it is rest-able I want a lot of rappers dead I could make sure the pet lions get fed They hired me to be one of the C.E.O's of all zoos For all the bodies that I brought through I live an orangutan lifestyle It's quite foul for possums to hang from trees in the night-time That's what paper is from, while the in fight lines Put a commercial through my sh** and I will k** you Clear-Channel don't have a real view Why have a penny for ya thoughts when I can bite dimes [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] It ain't never been nothing to me sh**, it ain't ever been nothing for free Save it, I used to think sh** was magic I used to love Michael Jackson I used to sit and imagine Till I seen some sh** too tragic I'm just a bunch of atoms, I'm a national statistic Love is just hormones and falling ain't sh** but physics And God don't pick up the phone and ain't sh** out here sweet but mystics I know I was pretty close but I guess that n***a just missed it A n***a could take ya shoe game, a n***a could up ya suit game I'm starting to get more sleep, I guess it could've been [?] I thought that we was lions, it's how we end up in the food chain But I never lost my pride. Save Money the new Wu-Tang Ahhh, I think people think I'm losing it all And I don't think I'm losing at all Nah you right I'm probably just gone screw up and fall I put that on going to school in the fall I guess that we made it Through the summer We was dodging some evenings You know how close you come while you was bobbing and weaving? Holding ya lungs, you was throbbing and wheezing Look back at homie coughing and bleeding Stopping and thinking that... You so worried bout that 10Day You don't know nights could be that night school So if I ever end up missing Just let me lay up in your iTunes