Vic Mensa

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[Intro] Innanet, Innanet [Hook] I don't need to worry 'bout nothing I'm good (How you doin') I don't need to worry 'bout nothing I'm good (How you doin') I don't need to worry 'bout nothing I'm good (How you doin') I don't need to worry 'bout nothing I'm good (How you doin') I got yap yap Slam I got yap yap Slam I got yap yap Slam I got yap yap Slam [Verse 1] How to make it in American Where they die by the power of the gun and they live by the fair one And the fair one is rarely an option, if you ain't got one I advise to carry one Shots in reverse of the barrel of the pistol is kind of like shooting in the mirror Niggas be killing themselves cause they feeling themselves No Scared Straight, throw children in jail General consensus is we off the hinges Letras de cancionesSlam Can't say a word to the judge, but he caught the sentence No lacking homie, don't be caught defenseless [Hook] [Verse 2] This that slam, hide it under the mattress Ditch that van to the undisclosed actress Dish that gram to grammar school graduates They gradually will develop those habits Can't buy weed, you ain't got no dough Can't ask me how you finna get paid Ain't no thieves when the whole city broke Breaking into cars in the middle of the day Danger, danger, plus you got your banger Police pull you over Better hope that baby inside that manger make 'em miss they quota Good Jesus God almighty, why this shit so dope? I got slam, put me on the track with one of these squares and they get smoked From Letras Mania