Mick Jenkins - HeadAss (Vic Spencer Diss) lyrics

rate me

(Prod. by Kaytranada)

(Intro)

Ole' ass nigga

Plastic on the couch's headass

(Hook)

I don't really care about givin' this nigga shine

Ain't no light that he could use

It don't make me, no, neva mind

(Verse)

Ain't nobody 'bout to hear that shit and think the clique rewind

With this rappin' these days, this shit need to be defined

I mean, lets start with the quality of yo videos

Guess who's who, this oovoo versus vimeo

Blues clues with the verses

I got all these kids attention

Not to mention all these niggas in yo mentions cuz they fuck with me

And this is only one percent, my nigga, that's luckily for ya

Craig Mack shit, it could get really ugly for ya

In reality, this ain't even really nothin' new dog

Ya even got into it with Lu dog

Vic Mensa, Joey Purp too dog

It's like it's what ya do dog

Like ya eatin' of cue cards or sumething

That's just an observation

Rough around the edges like ya playin' operation

Struggle bars, but don't let me break yo concentration, know ya need it

Know ya heated cuz the city cold to ya

And ya probably feel like summer, that money saved is old to ya

Cuz niggas that yo dumbass thought was little bros to ya

Gave some cold to ya and a bitch and ya showed through ya

And I bet this publicity gold to ya

Or tell the people how ya just dropped a shitty album

I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still predict the outcome

How come if no fans then there's no projection

A double entendre, Mick Jenk for re-election

Ya PMS'ing, all the hatred need some redirection

Still surface level, water supposed to teach ya deeper lessons

I guess ya just another nigga missing it

And everyone that cosigned ya, now that I mention it

Yeah, see ya was drivin' way way too fast

They gassed ya all the way up, now ya just wastin' gas

I mean, I could've retweeted the comments under every post

At this points respondin' to you's just doin' the most

At this point I could just let it be done

But these days, I ain't been that good with holdin' my tongue

Dog, ya can't fuck with me yet dog

Ya insane, I'm Usain, can't keep up with me at all

It's like ya bolted to the floor with this shit

I'm on the 47th floor with this shit

Openin' doors with this shit

On tour, nigga turning down whores with this shit

Ya talking crazy, I implore ya to quit

34 years, ya still ain't figured it out yet

I'm way more plugged into yo creative outlet

10 years my senior, but I couldn't tell by yo demeanour

At yo court servin' luv like a young Serena

Yo take on this situation's astonishin'

No one cares about irrelevant accomplishments

It doesn't even matter if ya respond to this

It's been apparent that a long time ago ya lost consciousness

I'm tryin' to wake 'em up y'all

It's inception

He's in limbo, I think this nigga stuck ya'll

I mean who really gives a fuck, dog

(Hook)

(Outro x7)

Wake up!