Vic ft. Elcamino Lyrics

Shit like that

Yo, yo, yo, you ever felt you couldn't win until you won

You kept going cause you can't win a race if you don't run

Rims touching, gotta hair from your bitch, the kid's buggin

I can't be that pops that don't leave his kids nothing

Great Gatsby shit, big estate, a crib butler

If I don't have no kids, I leave it all to my brother

You aint take care of my mother

You know how we hold it down, it's Big B.S.F

And we built this shit up from the ground just like BMF

And we have left this axe, TSA, where will I be at next

I hear they rap songs and I'm giving them a three at best

And they don't come around because they really scared to be addressed

My first rap money felt to me like a Adidas check

My second rap bag fell to me like a Nike check

If I am that nice, then why ain't nobody sign me yet

Shining real bright, why ain't nobody find me yet

Maybe cause I'm still in the time where they design me at

Maybe, or maybe, I don't got enough visuals

Or I never learned the rituals

Maybe I'm too sensational or educational, but that's the way it go

That's just me

That's me, man

I don't..

My nigga Villa

Conductor

We doing shit

We just doing shit

Bitch

Yeah, yeah

Chillin' runnin the south side, my mind is off Sheffy

Only 17 with a pocket full of fetty

Times is hard and heavy, bitch, I'm paranoid and anxious

Flashback, bad lysergic m acid had me shaking in my bed

Woke up, fiendin' for it

Lay my head back down, wake up, do it again

This is the life of a junkie who gon' die before he wakes another

To the face of mission, beautiful embrace, but it stings me

Cause life is hard and death is easy

400 days on them beaches

Driving 300 to see Chlo every weekend

One wrong move, I could've died, what was I thinking

Reasons undisclosed, now these hoes want a piece of me

Never get too close, stupid bitch, I got decency

Level when I choke her

Poirier, guillotine, Visine

Julio was killed five days after his 19th

Year on his earth, he ain't deserve it, but it happened

R.I.P. Jay, I'ma say it till it's backwards

Remember all them pills that we found under the mattress, but..

What already happened had to happen

Live at the Vic

The Vic

Bitch

Conductor, we have a problem

Conductor

Conductor, we have a problem