Freelance Shooter

[Intro]
WMIZ
We’re back with Vic Spencer
Going back my boy

[Verse 1]
I don’t know how to rap
Nigga please
I’ll rap your whole existence in a hundred thousand leagues
If it’s all about paper it should be on your desk
Half assed students get a C on the test
I’m amongst the population of mother fuckers that’s getting it
Amongst [?] that chose their souls to be infinite
Brought my own self up to speed
All I had to do was just read my enemies
Never afraid, never been the one in the way
They tried to box me in and ship me out on the freight
The want me to be the opposite of great and I don’t know the word for that
I splurge for scratch
My little extra green I rolled a bigger stack
Take the blunts to roll a Suge Knight
Thugs Adams don’t smoke
I’m in Iridium putting up a good fight
The pack whooping my ass
I hit the taco spot on La Salle
I bump the roost just to ride on Canal (Ouch)

[Verse 2]
Therapy is cheaper than litigation
I smack the shit out of hidden faces
Be in forbidden places, cases of Ace of Spades is present
The essence of life, always taking flight with a beverage
Probably frozen, your brain get thawed out
The ceiling looking at me while I’m knocking the walls down
I’m in all towns roll dolo came on the [?]
Came on a [?]
Save my weed smoke after I gave bae strokes
Different parts of my mood in the air
If my house isn’t a home I wonder if my roof would have cared
Who knows, blue smoke in the tote
Open it equals some shit that I wrote
Shit is a ghost, victory got a series of flows
In tune with some serious dough, I’m serious though
Mother fuckers can’t play me
I’m from a part where black people will leave you slumped and dead next to a safe key

[Interlude]
Know what I’m saying
(Nutty)
And the safe’s open, feel me
Freelance

[Chorus]
Everything I drop is a gem
Mother fuckers get dropped at the gym
From the corner
Everything I drop is a gem
Mother fuckers get dropped at the gym
From the corner