[Prod. by Cam] [Making the Beat] [Intro] [Hook x3] To get you what you need Make you love it, make you want it Cause baby you are so amazing [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Pack the bong, pack the bong, pack the bong, pack it I'm Pacquiao on the track, flow the tempo you should tap it Tap out or black out, black is beautiful say yes indeed Leave my demons in the dust, conducting electricity I'm Silkk the Shocker with a fifth of vodka Bag of drugs in my knickerbockers Bach on the staff sheet, trying to pen an opera Sounds so beautiful Fogging my bifocals window shopping at the Gucci store Know when you want it, but just can't have it Especially as an artist, don't that **** make you mad Just breathe, breathe, breathe, it's all in your head Know these labels wanna sign me for an arm and a leg Cut my publishing in half like I have to fold For a dollar, what's a half of a half a whole Quarter water or Courvoisier, complicate things When money's what you conversate, but this is just so that you know [Hook] [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Hold up, hold up, hold up, yo wait up Wait up, I'mma let you finish But finna be famous one day just really ain't where I fit in Fell in love when I was fifteen I guess you could call it tennis My tendency for this music Is so much deeper than business I build a beat in the morning Record it before the evening Why is it what seems important Seems always to be misleading I wish I could see the future Just wish I could see the future Tell me everything be okay just like my momma used to My youths unfolding before me Be twenty before I know it I'm trying to write my Illmatic Get TVs that's panoramic Was riding around in a rental And I don't mean it was rented Totalled my momma's Prius, I vaguely remember spinning I fell asleep from the studio, must've been saved cause no one hit me They made a list about Chicago rappers and they skipped me Maybe because I'm so much more Forget what you not, this is about what you are [Hook]
[Prod. by Cam] [Making the Beat] [Intro] [Hook x3] To get you what you need Make you love it, make you want it Cause baby you are so amazing [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Pack the bong, pack the bong, pack the bong, pack it I'm Pacquiao on the track, flow the tempo you should tap it Tap out or black out, black is beautiful say yes indeed Leave my demons in the dust, conducting electricity I'm Silkk the Shocker with a fifth of vodka Bag of drugs in my knickerbockers Bach on the staff sheet, trying to pen an opera Sounds so beautiful Fogging my bifocals window shopping at the Gucci store Know when you want it, but just can't have it Especially as an artist, don't that **** make you mad Just breathe, breathe, breathe, it's all in your head Know these labels wanna sign me for an arm and a leg Cut my publishing in half like I have to fold For a dollar, what's a half of a half a whole Quarter water or Courvoisier, complicate things When money's what you conversate, but this is just so that you know [Hook] [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Hold up, hold up, hold up, yo wait up Wait up, I'mma let you finish But finna be famous one day just really ain't where I fit in Fell in love when I was fifteen I guess you could call it tennis My tendency for this music Is so much deeper than business I build a beat in the morning Record it before the evening Why is it what seems important Seems always to be misleading I wish I could see the future Just wish I could see the future Tell me everything be okay just like my momma used to My youths unfolding before me Be twenty before I know it I'm trying to write my Illmatic Get TVs that's panoramic Was riding around in a rental And I don't mean it was rented Totalled my momma's Prius, I vaguely remember spinning I fell asleep from the studio, must've been saved cause no one hit me They made a list about Chicago rappers and they skipped me Maybe because I'm so much more Forget what you not, this is about what you are [Hook]
