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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Victor Mensah
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Mensah
Composer
Charles Dumazer
Composer
Malik Yusef
Composer
Terry Parker
Composer
Caleb James
Composer
Saul Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C.Sick
Producer
Victor Mensah
Recording Engineer
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
**** been takin' my name lightly, they ain't like me
They don't know who I can get involved, have Chairman dead it all
They get a little cheese, become rats, or end up blickin' themselves, they Cheddar Bob
Price on my life, I'm worth my weight in gold
What's 10 racks? I spend that on wing tips at Comme De in Seoul
Sharks wing plate with the lemon pepper
These jokers get too deep in character, man, R.I.P. Heath Ledger
V tape and the V for Vendetta
Smokin' a Garcia Vega in Bottega Venetta
I'm too real for TV stupid me
Only talked to TMZ, 'cause I wanted **** to see the suit was Dries
How the fuck they gon' cancel you?
When you got two bitches kissin' in Venice at the Whitney Bi-Annual
That's why they call it the Bi-Annual
That was Bella Hadid dress I had on, now she got on my Amiri shoes
**** act like I quit fuckin' bitches
Like I ain't in Paris three times a year, stuntin' on you ****
Like they forgot who brought me in this business
Ain't talked to Ye since he been religious, all my Dior is still a Christian
I sacrificed for the greater vision
Sometimes you gotta pay the ultimate price to make **** pay attention
[Verse 2]
Still alive, I'll tell you **** a million times
This a FAQ, fuck all your questions
What's up with all the weapons?
Can you stop gettin' arrested?
Please forgive me, I know not who's kid I affected
We might get hit with the Rico, my **** just so reckless
Had threesomes in Sweden at Four Seasons
Way I run it up think I need me a orthopedist, yeah
I'm saucin' like Uncle Remus
The brain was so cold, I had to keep on the Montcler Genus
What up to Corey, Leaders, Sir & Madame, Fresh Goods
Smokin' dope in conversation with Vivienne Westwood
Mensa, Mansa, Musa, present past and future
Fans say I been missin' like I crashed in Bermuda
I pack a Ruger 'cause the shooter be the man that knew ya
On my block kids turn to stone like a black Medusa
These losers tried to put a hit on me
I matched that 50 piece, started a dispensary, I'm a different breed
I really got **** faded
Could've been smoked for a pound like DARE make me feel guilty I made it
Talk to James on the phone daily
He 26 in Dixon, they don't want him out until he turn 80
That's why I ain't patriotic, leave that to Tom Brady
Show in Dublin, I get Irish Cream, ****, not Bailey's
Raised in shark infested waters, where it's next to lawless
Stray shots make you a black carcass like Maxine Waters
Or leave you crippled, no Calvin Braudus
Sons and daughters never met they fathers, they look up to rappers and ballers
I stopped hangin' with artists, they don't meet my standards
We all in designer, y'all just cut from a cheaper fabric
Shout out to Virgil, Kirby, Jerry
I came out of nowhere like I was the first born of the Virgin Mary
Lunch with Lena Waithe in Silverlake
Bellini sofa dinner dates, Pacific Palisades flippin' real estate
Kerry James Marshall level of mastery
I start a lot of waves, watch **** jump on it like Apache
All I ask is credit where it's due
They cut they teeth try to compare to you, start eatin' and embarrass you
Scorpion and the frog parable
**** gone tear you down, because it's in they nature to, it's terrible
[Verse 3]
(It's terrible! Mensa! 2020 Vision)
Written by: Victor Mensah, Charles Dumazer, Malik Yusef, Terry Parker, Caleb James, Saul Williams