DIRT ON MY NAME – Vic Mensa

Shout out Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy

Gotta lotta dirt up on my name
I mighta had a rap beef with the whole game
I’m spraying everything I don’t really need to aim
I really be in traffic why I’m always switching 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 & the Foes
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 clowned with the freestyle
I’m a demon but the devil’s in the details
Free my nigga James in them chains
Gave him 15 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 fucking
Vic Mensa what the f-
Vic Mensa

Gotta lotta dirt up on my name
I mighta had a rap beef with the whole game
I’m spraying everything I don’t really need to aim
I really be in traffic why I’m always switching 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 & the Foes
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 50 pack he shoulda doubled up
Almighty Black Stone I ain’t neva gotta duck
Pull strings like a du-rag, niggas acting 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 bleedas
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

Gotta lotta dirt up on my name
I mighta had a rap beef with the whole game
I’m spraying everything I don’t really need to aim
I really be in traffic why I’m always switching 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 & the Foes
Soon as it land he gon fly the whole load