DIRT ON MY NAME

Shout out Hit-Boy

(Hit-Boy)

Got alotta dirt up on my name

I might've had a rap beef with the whole game

I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim

I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes

I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames

**** 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

**** from the Chi, so you know I can't go

I might have to smack a **** on his own show

BET, clowned with the freestyle

I'm a demon, but the devil's in the details

Free my **** 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

Got alotta dirt up on my name

I might've had a rap beef with the whole game

I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim

I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes

I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames

**** 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

**** said it was a 50 pack, he should've doubled up

Almighty Black Stone, I ain't never gotta duck

Pull strings like a du-rag, **** actin' tough

Wait, I got a 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 **** 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

**** say, "Vic, how you deal with the hate and the fake?"

Let me set the record straight 'cause I

Got alotta dirt up on my name

I might've had a rap beef with the whole game

I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim

I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes

I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames

**** 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