773 FREESTYLE

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Back on top, I been through more lows than you can imagine Flew higher than most, I'm always traveling Been places that you never been twice Went in all around the world, I'm victory lapping How did it happen? How did it happen? Stay focused with a lot of distractions I was shipping packs like I manufacture Used to move the product, I'm still a product of that shit Killa Cam taught me keep calm under pressure Moms told me keep outta trouble, huh, as if I was tryna make a little money on my own Graduated from an eighth to a zone, now I'm grown Sixteen, started writing sixteens Late night candle light, making sure the pen was right Shootouts outside the studio I was in the hood when you was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! I stopped dealing dope, it just wasn't in the cards When I got robbed in a car by this nigga with his baby momma, he was tryna cut my price If you hearing this song, just know I'm shitting on your life Give it to them twice, shitting on your life You still wearing wife beaters, hitting on your wife If she hit me today, bet I hit her in the night But I don't even want it man, I ain't even frontin' man Ask Mikkey Halsted, the streets know Since little Vic with the Don King fro Rumble in the jungle, Ali flow Ali Baba, international commas Six some summers I've been out here repping 773 312 section You ain't really from the city don't rep it You ain't really from the city don't rep it [Chorus: Vic Mensa & Joey Purp] Live for the city and die for the land I send a shot for my man on the 'Gram He just got out he might go back again He just got out he might go back again 773 that's the code Same phone number, new phone You ain't really from the city then we know We know! You ain't really from the city don't rep it! [Verse 2: Joey Purp] First things first I'm back at it and back in it Kicked my lean habit, quit with the ad-libbing Niggas be back-packing, this ain't no back-pack shit Every bookbag I had had pounds in it Let them boys keep the attention, glorifying all of the horror stories we get left with Four or five niggas be bending corners in your section Ghost-riding all type of foreigns, we misdirected And I'm supposed to sit by watching my young niggas die while all you young niggas lie? I've heard your fairy tales about a hundred different times Gave my brother forty five it's like a hundred on my mind Only west side niggas keep a hundred on the nine And I ride forty five with a hundred on my side 360 on my wrist with my bitch in the bedroom And she know I keep it 100, 169, yeah [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] I'm a Southside prince Prince at first avenue, get my revenue rinsed Benjamin Franklins in the sink RIP Killa Cam, rocking all pink Tenth grade styling niggas thought that shit was gay Pause, fast forward, now they ride the same wave Skinny jeans, Billie Jean, been a don Squad look like United Colors of Benetton [Verse 4: Joey Purp] Been a dream, been a king, nigga Been a god, been a man, nigga Bending corners countin' Benjamins Ben and Jerry ass nigga sweeter than some cinnamon Ice cream sneakers, same color as the paint job And the inside same color as a ring pop I been pulling hoes wearing Phat Farm tank tops First we get 'em in, get the number, then we get them all I can fuck your bitch with my Gucci house slippers on [Verse 5: Vic Mensa] Sorry I ain't even really mean to offend y'all (right) But my girl's skin darker than my rims are (yeah) Purp move so much weight he need a trim spa (true) We be hanging like Steph Curry's mouth guard (yeah) Jake Gyllenhaal and I box Southpaw I should prolly beef with Diddy, we the Outlawz But that's big bro, he put me on my first PJ (wait, wait) Me and Joey been getting bands since Kids These Days [Verse 6: Joey Purp] But these days we still running it like relays I was making plays on flip phones that's prepaid Bathing Ape tees with the Bathing Ape keychain Straight the back braid, uh [Verse 7: Vic Mensa, Joey Purp, and both] My new girl work at the factory Cheesecake, working on a degree from Northwestern Study this D, teach the girl a lesson Why they still out here wearing Birkenstocks Work the block, niggas undercover serving cops Underpaid and under pressure, under fear of getting shot And the murder rate higher than Doctor Jay's socks Purp be the Pusha Man, word to Nate Fox And nigga Vic be the fireman, keeping shit hot! Jack Frost in the ziplock, dodging dick cops Bout to go and take a trip huh, with my bitch huh Tryna make her do a trick huh on the dick huh Purple! [Chorus: Vic Mensa & Joey Purp] Live for the city and die for the land I send a shot for my man on the 'Gram He just got out he might go back again He just got out he might go back again 773 that's the code Same phone number, new phone You ain't really from the city then we know We know! You ain't really from the city don't rep it!