Demeanor

[Intro]
Uh
Fuck
Is this
I’m up that mother fuckers

[Verse]
I came up out my mommas coochie strapped, doobie wrapped
Fresh pair of nudies with the Louie patch (Fresh)
Passenger side of a beamer, demeanor on ten
All of my jet fuel is gone in the wind
Mixing the moon rock, niggas get tube socked for fucking with me
I know my shit hard, I don’t care about your feelings
I don’t care about our status and the way you rap is terrible
There he go dissing on rappers again, pass me gin
Nigga bumpy face don’t even comе this way, I’ll levitate
Segrеgate me from all y’all I lost extra weight
Meditate, I really need it
I keep reading, but naïve to a whole lot of shit
Like if my chick cheating
I got my own demons, before I go on the deep end
I talk to myself on how I need friends (Shit)
I’m kind of off my focus (Uh)
I love my brother Charlie [?] (Charlie)
Rap became one of my biggest hobbies
Everytie I rap I get sicker probably (Ill)
Every other night I keep having dreams of killing bigger Nazis
The taller they are the harder they fall
I’m off Strawberry call [?]
Fuck off that wack ass cliché
Black history month coming up and we not celebrating February 18th
That’s President’s Day, we loading up the AKs
Rolling up the KK ride dirty on the eight-trey
Stay to the lake with it
I was up North for a while
I was a child, a juvenile, I got down to business
Big blunts in small closets
This was back then when niggas had enough money to smoke profit
At the same time I made time for killing beats
Feeling chic, blowing on Charlie Sheen, they really weak
I look at rappers like landmines
I dodge them in my Calabasas (Yeah)
Way back when I was flashy I wore Jordan with the Kangols
Airforce Ones the same color of a mango
Five times a day change clothes go ahead rearrange flows
While you at it dammit
Whole bunch of decks of cards like I’m a fucking gambit
Still rock a trenchcoat
I walk up in the place like I been broke
Come out of the restroom Don [?] withs the [?]
They hate Vic, that mean I can’t say that I ain’t shit
But I really am the shit
I can take who you came with
She rock denim right
Grab her buns she was a genotype (Baby)
Bag her up like groceries, my demeanor nice (Baby)
Back to the fucking rappers (Enough of rappers)
Y’all daydream of touching rappers (Ew)
This why I stay away
I do it so I can come back like layaway
Still don’t get mega plays
Y’all niggas considered feather-weight
V-I-C having batter days mother f-

[Outro]
Man that’s enough Vic
Shit that you on been kicking kinda lately
Kinda ill
Last few times you was in this mother fucker was kinda nuts
Shit you been doing kinda lately, kinda funky
Some kind of shit
There gon’ be more type of shit like that or what my nigga