[Intro: Vic Spencer]
Uh
Shit
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Damn this n***a still here
I know n***as not, like, excited to see
Vic Spencer still standing here?
Yeah, we're very excited but we not, we thought you were done
We really thought you were outta there man
N***as gon' have to deal with that shit
I guess so
That's my word
Yup
Oh yeah, he's here, let 'em do his thing, fuck it

[Verse: Vic Spencer]
I know n***as is not happy to see me
I live in the world, in order to live, you steam weed
No worries, eyes red when they bury me
I bet you somebody in heaven is serving weed
Perfectly, the surgery of hip-hop contain my weight
I knew what I had to do, but I was afraid
Got off that punk ass shit, start recording hit after hit
Outfielders took off they mitts, mm
Rap n***as is pissed 'cause I'm the shit
I'm chips dipped in a lava pothole, I got goals
Some of 'em take time, some of 'em scratched off
I got raw since my last album, Jimmy Hacksaw
I keep a thought to jot, I keep a fuckin' thot on my jock
Don't be mad at me forever, lil' fox, bae
Keep moving along like the expressway
It wasn't [?] day
I played the first album 'til I was blue in the face
A whole to-do list quickly erased
Stinks, I got a after taste
Super dry shorts, tomato paste
Your whole life's like body waste (Ew)
Don't get scared when the shawty wave
I know n***as be hating, they shakin' my hand, goddamn, who has the energy to deal with that?
Gettin' back to how I used to be, 'cause usually I didn't give a fuck
Ended up in better predicaments with my penmanship
Scribbled it, now it's worth thousands of dollars
I know n***as not happy to see me
Because I make being yourself look too easy
[Outro: ?]
The Patterson echoing with a sense of ocean and space and limitless possibility
Smelling strongly of sea and scrub pies, fried clams, and fat cats