VIC MENSA Traffic LYRICS
Down On My Luck
When I get down on my luck
I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood
They're saying what you know but who you know
You need to know someone to know no one
When I get down on my luck
I roll one up and roll around, all by my lonesome
Lost some years I used to know
I know my fate like bullets in a shot gun
[x2]
She likes to dream living in and off and out her mind
In space and time, she takes a line and lies her life
Away you might just say she stays to go nowhere
Midnight scenes from an old romantic movie
Usually you'd be there today I say was different
I can take you with me wandering, if you wanna go there
Down on my luck
Down on my luck
Do you think about the things you say you don't?
I know you do, why why is she over cool?
Oh look at you, look at you
Do you think the things you do or who you know?
Cause they told you to, why you listen to 'em
Hands up, middle finger 'em
Fuck that get down
When I get down on my luck
I hide behind my eyes in Hollywood
They're saying what you know but who you know
You need to know someone to know no one
When I get down on my luck
I roll one up and roll around, all by my lonesome
Lost some years I used to know
I know my fate like bullets in a shot gun
When I get down on my luck, when I get down on my luck
When I get down on my luck, when I get down on my luck, luck, luck, luck
Down on my luck, down on my luck
Do you think about the things you say you don't?
I know you do, why why is she over cool?
Oh look at you, look at you
Do you think the things you do or who you know?
Cause they told you to, why you listen to 'em
Hands up, middle finger 'em
Fuck that get down
Writer(s): Stephen Ponce, Victor Mensah, Ommas Keith-Graham
Copyright: Artist 101 Publishing Group, Cake Mensa, Ommas Keith Music LLC, Research For Time Traveling Development, Sony/ATV Ballad, Universal Music Corp.
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I Been
Oh, what a pleasant surprise
I heard you wanna be down now
Studio actors I swear
I don't, I don't, I don't need your props
I been
I been, I been, doing this shit, I swear
I been, I been, doing this shit (I swear)
I ain't new, nah
I been doing this shit, nigga (For real)
I been doing this shit, fuck is you dog?
I should buy Airbnb for the night, and invite your bitch
I bet you her ass coming running, then come in and dip
I been doing this shit, yeah, you been losing this shit
I been cruising this year, old nigga stressed out, bunch of gray hairs
If you don't stay around here, dog, it ain't safe 'round here
We be watching out for the narcos, with the green plates around here, that's the jump-out boys
What you jump out, boy?
SAVEMONEY hella poppin', true
2015 shit, I might pull up to the club in a helicopter (Choppers)
Who knows?
R.I.P, still killing shows, you can catch me on the road (Ride)
Catch me in the hood, southside, but never catch me going broke, no
But wait, no, I don't think so (True)
I feel like every other bitch tell me "Yes" cause they already know
I been, I been, doing this shit, I swear
I been, I been, doing this shit (I swear)
I ain't new, nah
I been doing this shit, nigga (For real)
I been doing this shit, fuck is you dog?
The boy do it for the crib, heard that it ain't where you from, it's where you live, fuck that
Ain't where you at, where you been, fuck that, anything but the squad, fuck that
Shoot at us, a nigga bust back, uh, swerving, catch me in traffic
And my gang run trains, make her ass take the bus back, bitch
And my squad got a whip, damn, I feel like LeBron in this bitch
But I'll never ever leave the city, 'less I'm trying to come back rich
Ay, that's on the daily, fuck you, pay me, and fuck me up daily
I used trip on Mercedes, now I can't see her I'm in new Mercedes
But I got a Beamer though, but I been
I been, I been, doing this shit, I swear
I been, I been, doing this shit
I ain't new, nah
I been doing this shit, nigga (Oh my gosh)
I been doing this shit (It's amazing)
Fuck is you dog?
(Who's that?)
Fuck is you dog?
(Who's that?)
I been, I ain't new, nah, nah, nah (I ain't new)
I been doing this shit (that's true, that's true)
I been doing this shit, nigga (You have)
I been
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No Chill
(with Skrillex & Jahlil Beats)
[Intro:]
Yeah, hooligans
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill
[Verse 1:]
I told Sonny warm the beat up, shit is freezing, he ain't got no chill
I ain't got none either, keep a flow right off the heater
To my team I'm Derek Jeter, I got hits, I'm in the field
With a halo on my deal, I signed to Hov, I'm lightskin Jesus
Hallelujah, hallelujah, you do you, more power to ya
I'm a test drive that xDrive, pussy wetter, just got baptized
I'm a franchise, you a fraction, niggas broke, can't pay attention
I got drive, she trying to screwdrive, guess I got to do it drill
Ayy, we've been up since Friday, getting drunk and popping seal
Magic stick all on that ass, bitch, I'm David Copperfield
You a fan, don't it blow you that this shit just hot as hell
I'm with Skrillex and we chilling, but we still ain't got no chill
[Chorus:]
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready
But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready
Practice, what the fuck is practice?
What the fuck is practice?
Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah
But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready
[Verse 2:]
On the phone with yee, he on the plane
He say, what's up, nigga?"
I don't know, not these fuck niggas
Oh yeah, we was up, nigga
Got the new Beamer on razor blades
Stephen Curry on CP3
You fucked up, won't make the plays
Fuck with us, they make your grave
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but they don't say enough
Problems as deep as my pockets is, my Uzi weigh a ton
I'm a Hyde Park hooligan, you goofy, that's just where I'm from
Chopping shit like the Karate Kid, not Will and Jada's son
I got SAVEMONEY, they with me now, so go and get you some
Plus my bands old enough, I could fuck with my older sister's friend
Now my niggas try to clown me when I told em they was probably
Same niggas talking shit, looking shitty, get the bounty
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real
I was born ready for real
I was born ready
Don't you know that we for real?
Don't you know that we for real?
Nigga, for real
For real
Nigga, for real
For real
Nigga, for real
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U Mad
(feat. Kanye West)
[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Ooh I don't need y'all either
Ooh don't wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
She gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse, that purse
I guess that she just gon' go swipe, buy her self worth, that's cold
Now I'm the villain, no really I'm just chillin'
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr
Who her? I forgot her name
[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don't
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should've went to law school
Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
'Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "TRUUU!"
I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes
I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God fearin' but God knows I'm on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, "Oh that's him!", pour that gin, let's get faded
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different
SAVEMONEY, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences
Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please don't get shit confused
Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, everybody go quiet
Like where was you last week? My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my side
South side, I'm down to start a riot
[Hook]
Writer(s): Ernest Brown Iii, Stephen Ponce, Mike Dean, Kanye West, Victor Mensah
Copyright: Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Cake Mensa, Papa George Music, Artist 101 Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Ballad, Research For Time Traveling Development, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Please Gimme My Publishing Inc.
