Situation OG

[Intro]
Uh, Mil
That’s right my nigga
It’s about to go down
I ain’t fucking around
Blowing hella pounds
Shit
Shit is so fucking nuts

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]
Definitely doing Vic Spencer to the fullest
Got off track for a second, third rail with the footage
The doors say poor but the niggas still pushing
One bullet to the head, now you’re dead in the bushes
Everyone is crooked
Do one thing cool, now everybody looking for a handout
Walk with a hundred-plus people and still standout
My pride too high to ask anybody for anything, won’t stay inside my man’s house
Instead I sleep in my car, the blanket in the trunk
Every chance I got I was flaming up the skunk
Buying hella sneakers, I could changе up for months
Rotate the same tеn pair, remain in the slums
I know how to rap and tap into other things
All type of shit I be juggling
I bet you a hundred thousand dollars your perception of me is wrong
Why don’t you go ahead and pull off your thong
The opposite sex, V-I-C dropping the tech
I ain’t even see the police [?] chopping your chest
You rocking the best bling while I’m on planet medallions
I’m taking all of the credit for styling
I shoot the shots so they foul me
With the intention of hurt, I’m still going to work
Clean the scenery up, you ain’t even see a peek of blood (Naw)
I didn’t even smell suds, I smelled all regular shit
Left out the room inhaling the piff (Sheesh)
(Some fire ass shit my nigga)

[Chorus: Vic Spencer]
Situation is so sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
(I’m not fucking with these niggas man)
Situation is so sticky (I’m my own nigga)
Situation is sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
Not fucking with these niggas man
I’m my own nigga

[Bridge: DJ Djaz]
Stay in the zone
I deal with pain
That they could not talk about

[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
Yo yo
Shout out to Mil Beats
[?] nigga
My nigga Vic Spencer
One two
The fly
Aye yo
I just came for the lion’s share
I wave te iron like I ain’t care
Nobody cared about us
They talked differently when I ain’t there
But switch it up when it’s time to bear witness, a genius
I’m at the bar, no Apple Care
Carry on
A bullet hit your noodle, the whole kit-kaboodle
I’m on this kick where I’m drinking liquor
Hanging out with women that you probably got a baby with
Sticky situation, get your lady hit
Satin baseball jacket, on my eighties shit
You can’t bullshit a bullshitter
A pinch hitter, I’m hitting home runs, niggas getting bitter
I’m getting better with time, my rhymes never mumble
I’m truly humble, cash upon which I stumble
My hustle, long term nigga
Residual bags, how the cookie crumbles
Out the mud, ashy knuckles, designer buckles

[Outro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Not fucking with these niggas man
I’m my own nigga
I do a whole bunch of shit
It’s over for niggas
You think I give a fuck, that’s your problem
(The situation is so sticky)