There's alot goin' on, but this the dynasty



The crazy man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'

My fit too fresh to be doin' the housekeepin'

The maids cost too much, started cleanin' my own closet

Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' with grown problems

Got a brand new bae, she keep me good like the music

If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and hood cubics

No I.D. said it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap

Drop bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts

I stray away to say the way my days would be without rap

My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled Chiraq

Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill

I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a windowsill

Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle feel

He sent this dope shit to my veins like fiends on any deal

After we build on existing structures, shift the culture

Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction

Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle East

This the midwest and we the royal family like Della Reese

SAVEMONEY the new dynasty like Death Row in '93

The same year my mother's water broke on 57th St

Mama Mensah knew she raised a very special man

Young Muhammad in the ring with the power in my hands

To defy the federation like Ali in Vietnam

The Roc is still alive, throw your diamonds up again



Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back, hundred miles and runnin' back

Hov the president, he flyin' private in Obama's jet

Vic the young hitta, I want it with any nigga

My problems' deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas

Cemetery diggers will be ready for your favorite rapper

Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta Kappa

I am nothin' like these actors, they're only on camera

I hit 'em in the head like Holly Holm hit Ronda

And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors

High school students with guns hidin' in their binder

Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a hood pass

Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look pass

Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my sons

Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley, oops

I heard a certain who's who mad that I like the danger

Get your priorities straight like Hermione Granger

Sixteen in the magazine and one in the chamber

Sneak it in the club, that's a club banger

This is not a diss song, this a disclaimer

Sorry that your management can't manage my anger

Violence is not the answer but, Lord, they done brought it to me

You gon' see a side of me, the South Side taught it to me

They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and pull

A semi Uzi, auto, fully out the Robert Geller hoodie

Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Berry Gordy

With the shits, lavatory, tell a nurse, purgatory

Minimums is mandatory, crack sentencin'

Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just another classic story

I know there's no master for me, I don't even buy chains

I don't rock diamonds, I just need the Roc chain

I don't get high no more, I go high octane

They should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!



To the police

You can not (You can not!)

You can not (You can not!)

You can not (You can not!

You will not (You will not!)

Kill me (Kill me!)

If you want justice, make some noise

Let's go

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