We Gon Make It
Number one question
Vice where you been?
Took a break from the mound
Changed up the pitch
Position switched
Played some defense
Now I'm Jeter on base
Pen Griffey with the hits
Style unmatched
Vice so well rounded
When I pop up on your screen
Tag where you found it
They say "Where you hail from?"
To pinpoint the sound
Raised in the A, 318 hometown
But it ain't where from though
It's where you at
Lesane never spoke truer words than that
But you know I gotta be thorough
For critics and crabs
Can hear niggas now, like
"What zone you at?
If you ain't 1-6, don't call this home"
Fine by me nigga, I'm in my own
Zone that is, all alone with this
Whole entourage consists of clones, ya dig
Back to these origins
To be more specific, East Cobb resident
Old Newt Gingrich district
That's for the politic debaters
A Poly Sci major
Word to Dr. King
Still make Oglethorpe payments
Marietta on the map
Probably thought he wouldn't claim it
Too honest for that
Crackers cracking Black jokes back in grade school class
Only reason ain't slap you
My momma woulda clapped my ass
Just know that
I gave you pass but please don't at me
I remember everything
I still ain't laughing
I hail from a place
They smile in your face
Ten minutes later
Same neighbor calling the Jakes
Everybody on the block got a 401K
And vacay at lake homes
They worth 401K
You can tell they got green
By gazing at they yard
All the white people buy sod at Home Depot
Same ones pick up eses in trucks for cheap labor
Be the same ones agreeing with Trump calling them rapists
If he a rapist, why you take him to your place then
You needed landscaping, right
Fuck up out my face
Then complain, when they escape they land into The States
The hypocrisy be amazing
But I put y'all in your place
Like where I sign up to debate them Fox fools
Mr. Murdock... stop with that fake ass news
I be spectating like
Y'all got spectacular views though
And all the niggas on the network
Y'all coons though
Where they found y'all
Fresh off the plantation
Shucking and jiving
Like you kin to Bojangles
What's your angle Stacey Dash
Can't be that Clueless
Shit, I still be game though
You trying to be my cougar
Just give a nigga one night
I'll dig out that stupid
Got Mo' Money from Rupert
Now your conscience weighing
We laugh, but it ain't funny
Liked you better with Damon
Feel like they MK'd you
Now your conscious waning
Someone please, call Dame
Maybe cuz can save you
You losing pigment by the day
Like a young MJ do
RIP Mike
Why they take my nigga away
Couldn't let him be the GOAT
Without no dirt on his name
Called that nigga everything
From pedophile to rapist
He in the grave
Now they selling kids video games
PSA to everyone, time to really wake up
All I wanna say
They Don't Really Care About Us
Y'all stuck in the Matrix
But y'all know I'm The One
Fear no agent, y'all know Vice ain't never gon run
And I ain't about to pick today to start, nah never, Told M16
We gon run charts forever
J.Reid, KY on the beat, it's game over
Told niggas years ago
Vice ain't never gon fold 'em
5 Stones dropping soon
Should tell you it's nice
IV unsigned hype
But the set five mics
Talented Tenth the set
Run that shit back
Run that shit back, twice
Vice where you been?
Took a break from the mound
Changed up the pitch
Position switched
Played some defense
Now I'm Jeter on base
Pen Griffey with the hits
Style unmatched
Vice so well rounded
When I pop up on your screen
Tag where you found it
They say "Where you hail from?"
To pinpoint the sound
Raised in the A, 318 hometown
But it ain't where from though
It's where you at
Lesane never spoke truer words than that
But you know I gotta be thorough
For critics and crabs
Can hear niggas now, like
"What zone you at?
If you ain't 1-6, don't call this home"
Fine by me nigga, I'm in my own
Zone that is, all alone with this
Whole entourage consists of clones, ya dig
Back to these origins
To be more specific, East Cobb resident
Old Newt Gingrich district
That's for the politic debaters
A Poly Sci major
Word to Dr. King
Still make Oglethorpe payments
Marietta on the map
Probably thought he wouldn't claim it
Too honest for that
Crackers cracking Black jokes back in grade school class
Only reason ain't slap you
My momma woulda clapped my ass
Just know that
I gave you pass but please don't at me
I remember everything
I still ain't laughing
I hail from a place
They smile in your face
Ten minutes later
Same neighbor calling the Jakes
Everybody on the block got a 401K
And vacay at lake homes
They worth 401K
You can tell they got green
By gazing at they yard
All the white people buy sod at Home Depot
Same ones pick up eses in trucks for cheap labor
Be the same ones agreeing with Trump calling them rapists
If he a rapist, why you take him to your place then
You needed landscaping, right
Fuck up out my face
Then complain, when they escape they land into The States
The hypocrisy be amazing
But I put y'all in your place
Like where I sign up to debate them Fox fools
Mr. Murdock... stop with that fake ass news
I be spectating like
Y'all got spectacular views though
And all the niggas on the network
Y'all coons though
Where they found y'all
Fresh off the plantation
Shucking and jiving
Like you kin to Bojangles
What's your angle Stacey Dash
Can't be that Clueless
Shit, I still be game though
You trying to be my cougar
Just give a nigga one night
I'll dig out that stupid
Got Mo' Money from Rupert
Now your conscience weighing
We laugh, but it ain't funny
Liked you better with Damon
Feel like they MK'd you
Now your conscious waning
Someone please, call Dame
Maybe cuz can save you
You losing pigment by the day
Like a young MJ do
RIP Mike
Why they take my nigga away
Couldn't let him be the GOAT
Without no dirt on his name
Called that nigga everything
From pedophile to rapist
He in the grave
Now they selling kids video games
PSA to everyone, time to really wake up
All I wanna say
They Don't Really Care About Us
Y'all stuck in the Matrix
But y'all know I'm The One
Fear no agent, y'all know Vice ain't never gon run
And I ain't about to pick today to start, nah never, Told M16
We gon run charts forever
J.Reid, KY on the beat, it's game over
Told niggas years ago
Vice ain't never gon fold 'em
5 Stones dropping soon
Should tell you it's nice
IV unsigned hype
But the set five mics
Talented Tenth the set
Run that shit back
Run that shit back, twice
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