FTW!

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Today was a good day When I say you bad, girl, I mean that in a good way The winner is yours truly I will be ready 'fore they giving awards to me Congratulations, tell 'em that I'm on to the next one Until I get a buzz like my phone when a text come All my niggas in it, the music only reflects them So I am doing deals until I got a couple to select from Yeah, this on behalf of my team And the green I got in my duffle bag from Supreme And baby tell me that I don't be speaking it so it seem Like I be thinkin' like I don't even know what y'all know a king I'm in my own world, '94 Common shit Don't compare me to niggas I have nothing in common wit' I am the 2-3, the one drop a third Homecoming, drinking tequila, no Mountain Dew [Hook: Vic Mensa] And I'mma do it right On my spring break shit Shoutout to the girls I'm kickin' it at the lake wit' Red cup sippin', burnin' L's by the pool house Even when it's back and I'm feelin' like school's out And I'mma do my own thing So may the best man win, nigga, may the best man win And I bail the fuck out, then I woke up gone And now I'm workin' 'til tonight, but I'mma do it again Let's get it [Verse 2: brandUn DeShay] Well it's a lot of people that was hopin' we didn't last Summer school dropout, but doubt that we didn't pass Ask my teachers, had no secrets, I was sleepin' in class Had to buy two year books for all the people that asked If they could sign my shit, yearbook full of phone numbers Well I be goin' through some paper like hole punchers But I be savin' like Jesus 'til I make more Cuz niggas look but don't buy like the BAPE store Work a bit, play more, sin a bit, pray more Girls love how I lay it down, claymore Catch me playing Black Ops or watching Adventure Time If this your time, I suggest you get a new watch Ah, I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to pussy No matter how many magazines a nigga is in When he get smacked with reality he'll wish we was friends This for the win [Hook] [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] Somebody tell 'em last part's the home base I'm swingin' for the stands, 'bout to run in shit Blowin' up, they say I'm the bomb on some hundred shit Throwin' up the brainiac as if I couldn't stomach it Give your girl a heat stroke, hotter than the summer get I don't have to make 'em go, I got the shit they come to get A Chicago McDonald's, I'm posted up in the front of it Save money, nigga, get a Chase card Double O, I'm ridin' on the track like a race car See the way I'm puttin' words together like I ain't got a space bar A Chicago world, I'm from the jungle where the apes are Boy I said I'm comin' out swingin', set your guards up Time for these candy-ass rappers to get their bars up Kinda rockin' with it, my nigga, turnin' guitars up Shootin' for the moon, a nigga wettin' the stars up Shots fired, now I'm in it 'til the end I'mma see 'em at the finish line, I'm going for the win [Hook]