Flip the switch, needing light Blowing smoke to pass the time Give an inch, losing miles 'Til I slowly fall behind Somebody tell me what to live for? Knocking at the same doors can't get in I'm dying just to get more Screaming at the sky "Lord answer me" I'm a prisoner of my mind I live inside of my pain In solitary confines, no visitors allowed on my cage I got rank like I'm Shabba, That's why a nigga stay behind shades (Let's go) I got painn behind these Pradas and I got shame behind my rage (Yeah) Never let 'em see sweat Rag on my head like Raja bless a day, hit 'em in the ribs as a kid Lotta shit changed since then, seen real nigga do fake Seen phony niggas gettin' bread, Put some on the books from the crooks in the county You ain't one of us get the fuck from around me Money on my mind so I look like a bounty Twelve jumpin' out of foot to surround me AK hold me, AK loaded Young Fresco got a MAC like Goldie Call Lil' Moe, he'll whack your homie Violent thoughts, I'm sad and lonely How these hoes tryna Average Joe me? Like a nigga ain't God level Go tooth and nail with my demons I'ma raise hell 'till I'm on God level somebody- Somebody tell me what to live for? Knocking at the same doors can't get in I'm dying just to get more Screaming at the sky "Lord answer me" Gimme a sign Losing my mind Losing it for real this time Tell me what to live for Screaming at the sky Lord answer me What's up bro? This is Marv dawg Giving y'all a shout-out man Hope everything is going great for you Hope everything is going great for the tour And you love 'em as tight as they can Take the world by storm Stay positive with every step you guys do Stay together Grind hard on 'em Outwork the competition And always have belief Belief in yourself Belief in the care Belief in God Love life and live life I love you man

Told me you loved me in October You said I made you want to change But here we are, another summer's over It's all the fucking same This conversation's getting older and older And I'm not sure that it will ever end, but Tell me again it's not you, it's the situation Tell me again it's out of your control You keep me waiting With the worst of you (oh, yeah, yeah) You keep me waiting With the worst of you (ooh) And you call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I call that love And I call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I call that love Baby, you know when I call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I, I, oh, ooh-ooh Dear Ms. Aalegra, Lord I know you're fine I know I'm not always on call, but I'll be on time You heard from your ex-man, I can read your mind I'm trying to get inside that thing that's in between your eyes I need a real woman, that somethin' I had to realize I'm done with the games, we should burn money in paradise In a Vetements jacket and a pair of Docks Make it rain in southern California, that's a paradox Say, I'm always skating, but I keep you here waiting Girl, you know I idolize you like I'm Clay Aiken Girl, you know I fantasize about you laying naked In a villa in Negril, drinking wine as if we Jamaican So call me Liam Neeson, tell them niggas you taken You just so advanced, them other bitches is basic You bad on your own, but we so much better together Just give me the green light, I'm ready when you ready Told me just to wait a little longer (but how much longer, baby?) 'Cause all that gets you through the night Is the thought of us together, oh, baby So you think that when you, you hold her This conversation's getting older and older (gettin' older, baby) And you keep getting harder to defend, babe Tell me again it's not you, it's the situation Tell me again that I should just understand, yeah, uh You keep me waiting, baby With the worst of you You keep me waiting (I've been waiting so long, yeah) With the worst of you And you call that love

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 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots 16 shots

Aarhn! M'ahyɛ da na mama mo low gap (now!) Did it on purpose (ahh) Anytime I hear myself rap (hui!) I get a lil' nervous (ahh) Ɔmo disse they want me to hit back (now!) So they can sell records No matter what you do I'm still Sark (woo!) Oouu I'm so reckless Tema boy ah mede rap no akɔ Las Vegas (ha!) Ɛhefa na mode mo nnwom no akɔ duru, come tell us (now!) Chale me I'm always at the top mempɛ last (woo!) Ɛyɛ mesɛ moafɛ ne mе mo nkɔ checki intervals (ha!) Mo twɛn me sɛ mɛ loosе nigga I was born a winner (now!) Mo firi sɛ m'awie, I'm warming up the dinner (yes!) I be going hard like I'm a fucking beginner (ha!) Ɔhemaa forgetti boy no hop in the beamer, let's go Nigga don't kill my vibe (now!) Ɔmo firisɛ pressure bɛma nnipa a coili Nigga we're still outside (woo!) Everybody wanna see a nigga go down But you ain't gonna touch my pride (no!) Nasɛ ɛba no rap ah nobody like me I'll be killing dem till I die (yes!), illest nigga alive Say they wan' stop me, I doubt that (ha!) Take a lil' break then I bounce back (yes!) Ɛba no Ghana rap ah, I am a fuckin' outcast Dawgi ten years, I was only doing sound check (ahh) I put my heart in this and niggas been doing the worst (now!) Omo se m'akyɛ but who be putting in the work (now!) Life's too short, goddamn it Tɛsɛ Drake space ɔde maa Lil Durk, ha! Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth, she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration It's going down, ay Send a bottle of Jamba Sit at yo' table and pass it around, ay This is a hit, I got Sarkodie back on the mound I used to ride on a bus then I got it bussin' just looking at me now (yeah) I feel like the mayor when I'm in Accra, we dey runnin' the town Osu what's happenin', Dzorwulu what's crackin', Nima what's brackin' I might pull up in Burma with all the sticks you'd think I was campin' Me and M.Dot in that M dot 6 we speedin', we mashin' (yeah) I'm getting paid everyday, Daily Paper my fashion International calls to all of my dawgs that's locked on the yard They behind bars living through my bars They just wanna see me shine I'm a star I got brothers wanna see me a dead man, I feel like Mufasa & Scar You look like you ain't be getting no bread man You niggas been counting your carbs I been eating now but I had to starve Money vanished like I saw a mirage I was down bad, dabbled in fraud Selling pounds and cracking 'em cards Polo Beach club we in a VIP Shout out to Smallgod, Joey Lit From Chicago to the Zongo, chaley call me Koforidua Vic Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration