DIRT ON MY NAME

Shout out Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy) Got alotta dirt up on my name I might've had a rap beef with the whole game I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load Shorty where you been? I've been stackin' on the low Opps tryna send me to the end of the road Nigga's from the Chi so you know I can't go I might have to smack a nigga on his own show BET, clown with the freestyle I'm a demon but the devil's in the details Free my nigga James in them chains Gave him fifteen for a leg shot, we need a retrial "Then what the, what the fuck do we need a Vic Mensa? I know this Vic Mensa thing just happened Vic Mensa's fucked Vic Mensa, what the fuck? Vic Mensa" Got alotta dirt up on my name I might've had a rap beef with the whole game I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load Money on my head I guess they ain't have enough Nigga said it was a fifty pack he shoulda doubled up Almighty Black Stone I ain't never gotta duck Pull strings like a du-rag, niggas actin' tough Wait, I gotta bone to pick When you speakin' on my name watch your tone and shit .22 on me if he think he on some shit I'll beat a nigga ass like he stole some shit It's the re-up, we turn the heat up, la familia I'm with the bleeders, East Side shit, bia, bia I need a diva, dark-skinned my Lupita Two-seater, just me and my Nina I been booted up just to deal with the lows Mental health problems I think, everybody knows Niggas say, "Vic how you deal with the hate and the fake?" Let me set the record straight, 'cause I Got alotta dirt up on my name I might've had a rap beef with the whole game I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load "Yes sir, yes sir, that goes good Yeah, definitely, praise Allah Praise Allah, it's all love, lil' bruh-bruh It's all Stone love to the max, straight Stone love to the max Marks get scared, marks get scared, brother" (Free call from James Warren An inmate at the Cook County Department of Corrections in Chicago, Illinois) "Every human being naturally wants to feel empowered Because of how we desire so many opportunities The main people that's respected in Chicago Is the shooters and shit Free the shooters Free the shooters and give 'em somethin' better to shoot for"