It was spelled V.I.C I brought that K with me Bitch I go dummy for this war we out that window Bitch I go dummy for this war we out that window Bitch I go dummy for this war we out the window When I see you better duck this ain't limbo I don't go by Vick to you I go by Big Bro My point ten got to hit this big bitch there go six four We was hitting stains before a nigga hit seventeen The way I spit this fire in this booth just call me gasoline Fuck it cut that nigga head off where the guillotine After you fuck up bitch ain't no make up this ain't maybelline I know why you hate me it's so obvious You faking for the net I do that shit with no audience Got the feds on you talk to much boy that's that sloppiness You kiss that bitch behind closed doors she be topping this Its time to wreck niggas You calming shit that we do nigga that be disrespect nigga They say Vick you foul as fuck well this a tech nigga You late on trying pay us back time to collect nigga I told you what it is Time to take over Blessed with this talent nigga fuck a four leaf clover Y'all be thinking I mean gjs time to get this chicken When I saw your bitch I can tell that bitch was dripping I be speaking facts in my songs pay attention @ Name 3.vickk for the motherfucking Instagram mention BITCH We waiting in your bushes pussy nigga time to lurk My finger itching like that bitch just popped a perk Only fuck with gang you can not have no verse Got a booster bitch my whole outfit in her purse They say don't be a rapper well bitch don't be no nurse I say mind yo business Stay up in yo lane Imma rob yo nigga bitch I show you he a lame Yo nigga catch the bus And yo bitch yeah she a train They life was picture perfect till we knocked em out the frame He thought shit was sweet Bitch I'm hard body big body concrete We don't take no Ls Little bitch whats defeat You was soft before this rap shit remember me Bitch my team no limits like I'm Master P Kan't a KC nigga out here rap with me BITCH We go dummy for this war we out that window BITCH

J'ai vendu ma misère pour une voix de soumission Au fond de moi la sentinelle pouvait briller sans exception Et les sourires étaient les mêmes A-t-on le cri du coeur, la vérité ou la raison Vous n'entendez donc que la bête et ses réponses à vos questions Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Mon cri sert de silence aux fossoyeurs de compassion Aux mijaurées de la suffisance, aux incendiaires de l'unisson Quand un sourire décède d'avoir trop souri à l'opinion À cette soupape, cette sainte-atelle, j'aurais pu encore dire non Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ou bien l'oppression Ravale donc ta rengaine Ravale donc tes sanglots De l'amour ou de la haine Qui donc aura bon dos J'ai eu ce cri de guerre pas en faux-frére mais en sans-nom Je donne ma main à l'enfer, sous vos crachats, ma rédition Est-ce que la fièvre est un délit d'opinion Est-ce que ma peine était un vote de sanction Et la sentinelle qui trouve réponse à mes questions Serait-ce la bête Serait-ce la bête Ou bien l'oppression