Vic Spencer - Post-Spence Ethic lyrics

[Vic Spencer - Post-Spence Ethic lyrics]

Spence Ethic chilling in his new residence
Evident that this nigga is better
Than every man heaven sent
Look how I lean on em
Fuck a bad bitch, I got a mean woman
Meaning that she smack the fuck outta
Broads and niggas too dawg
It hurt so bad both genders saying ohh lawd
It must hurt to be you dawg
Trans-gender tryna get away
Rupaul in a uhaul
I work harder than you all
Who wanna go against me
I'm not rapper friendly
Shit get ugly like Wendy
Simply, I am simp free
How you gonna write rhymes when
Ya brain completely empty?
Fucked up thoughts dawg
I got 3 different niggas' blood on the timbs
I just brought dawg still got off


Even though a nigga got away
I wear the same pair of Timbalands everyday
Motherfucker go ahead and beam me up
Fat niggas wanna try to get on
My album to eat me up
But they momma's mom is someone
I can sock it to
A thousand followers got me on mute so
Myself is who I'm actually talking to
The same niggas is ass i rip ligaments bad
Write my last bar at the tip of the pad
You talk to legal people
It hurts like a shank with 10 needles
Your ass bout to die in the movie
Don Cheadle the rap game is measles
They bigger than a peephole
Nasty ass nigga Victor Spencer is relentless
This is the day of independence so
I started my own business
Minor League Fitted, sweater with a V on it
That was last year so guess
Who's looking like me homie?
All of these niggas, I predicted it right
I can send a look a
Like to your party tonight fucker

Turned selfish no help from Vic spencer
It's the ethics of the whole
Thing with a winner
Nigga need a feature from me just Holla
But Don't try to pay me
In no fucking homage dollars "motherfucker"
No backing from a label
Unless you talk about Anglo-Saxon
At the table
I rather pull out my smart phone
And sext a dumb bitch
And you still can't see me
Like when nuns shit
Look at all these dumb kids-please
Don't be a rapper!
Because there is so much other
Shit to go after with one eye
I read 4 chapters of a
Fucking Sista Soulja book
And bump some Ursula Rucker
The poetry developed a crook
In my neck, for the raps
Cut a motherfucking check
With the CEO name on it
Don't be ashamed homie
I'm better than niggas
And I'mma say that when I'm 50
I'm still gonna have on some Force
Ones from 04 that was crispy
You want war? Come and get me
You don't know about war
Your dumb ass failed History 7th grade
You dropped out to do music ride cock now
3 years later, you stay in a shoebox? Wow
Look at the TRUTH
It's hard for you to LIE down
Shit looks darker than drawn eyebrows
I know you think VI foul but
I'm past that im flagrant
I rather be that than some fragrance ass
Music that didn't make a nigga playlist
God damn, the bar play is dangerous
They get my shit in France
But speak another language
I just put out a dope ass album
Now I'm bout to hit the
Scene with ya main bitch
This bitch calling me thirsty
Just raced 2 fat niggas in a oversized jersey
That explains it all
Now snort cocaine from my balls
She gave me some Naledge like
A kid in the hall "Holla"
No detention, no suspensions, no tardies
I got Mikes
Jewelry and a Philly full of Marley
Your man look like Lady GaGa
I never dated a woman that
Look like a chihuahua
We fuck other niggas hoes
We don't never save no broads
Take iPhones and 30gig iPods
Real shit, it's mean son!
Cause OMG to me stand
For Oversized Machine Gun
That's the difference between you and I!
I spit equity and shit super size
Must be some stupid guys saying
Vic spencer is weak
Hahhahahaahha I'm a pray for you, G

Drinking tea in a coffee shop
The police trying to pop me off
Because his wife topped me off
In the Hilton parking lot by aunt Martha's
I'm familiar with the broke shit
And I ain't going back to my pop's basement
That's just like blowing crack
In and out ya nose penetration flow
In and out the door
Momma had me in Gucci Velour when I was 4
We was poor, so what the fuck she gave up
For me to have it?
I grew up to only have a weed habit
Being a dope head is tragic
That why we got bastards
Running around the currency
Exchange doing backflips
The silly of the silliest
Killing all the idiots really
Quick very envious
Because the production is tight
And the voice rare y'all young I'm old but I
Ain't going no where!

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