[Intro]
Sledgren
Yeah, hah, bitch I'm Rob Vicious
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, they can't stop me so n***a they just hate me
And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me
Real n***a, you could never be the fake me
Broke n***a you just hate me 'cause you ain't me
Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting
She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team
Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting
Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating

[Verse 1]
I came up in this bitch and I had motives
Serve every junky on this block, now I got boulders
Young and rich but I got demons on my shoulders
Block is hot, I swear to God my heart is colder
Who the fuck these pussy n***as? we don't know you
Ain't no choppers in this bitch then let me show you
Baking soda with the coca, not no Cola
Got the smokers on the corner going loco
Ayy, bitch I'm Rob Vicious
You ain't savage n***a, heard you rob bitches
I'ma fuck this n***a bitch in five minutes
And if I'm rapping 'bout it, n***a I did it