Yeah, there's a lot going on, but this the dynasty, uh The crazy man's keeping me up, I'm not sleeping My fit too fresh to be doing the housekeeping The maids cost too much, started cleaning my own closet Living childhood fantasies, dealing with grown problems Got a brand new bass, she keep me good like the music If the rock is here, throw up your diamonds and hood cubics No I.D. set, it's time to take these goofy niggas out, rap Drop bombs over bagged, that only sound clout, outcast I stray away to say the way my days would be without rap My mind drifts to back before the showers labeled shot rack Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill I was waiting in the wing like a bird on a windowsill Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle feel He said this dope ***'s in my veins like veins on the knee deal Do we build on existing structures, shift the culture Like George Bush searching for weapons of mass destruction Think I'm about to blow, but this ain't the Middle East It's the Midwest, and we the royal family like Della Reese Save money, the new dynasty, like death row in 93 The same year my mother water broke on 57th street Mama Mensah knew she raised a very special man Young Muhammad in the ring with the power in my hands To defy the federation like Ali in Vietnam The rock is still alive, throw your diamonds up again Yeah, I carry the rock like a running back, 100 miles and running back Hold the president, he flying private in Obama jet Vic the young hitter, I want it with any nigga My problems deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas Cemetery diggers, we'll be ready for your favorite rapper Catch em stomping in my yard, I step up like a beta kappa I am nothing like these actors, they're only on camera I hit em in the head like Holly Holm hit Rhonda And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors High school students with guns hiding in they binder Gotta wear a clear book bag and wear a hood pass Hit you from the blind side, that's a no look pass Rookie season Steve Nash, they are just my sons Catching alley oops, catch em in the alley oops I heard a certain who's who man, that I like the danger Get your priorities straight like Hermione Granger Sixteen in the magazine and one in the chamber Sneak it in the club, that's a club banger This is not a *** song, this a disclaimer Sorry that your management can't manage my anger Violence is not the answer, but lord that I'm brought it to me You gon' see a side of me, the south side taught it to me They gon' think I'm Ikeem when I pull up and pull a semi Uzi, auto, fully, I threw Robert Geller hoodie Yeah, Peli Peli, bloody Motown, Barry Gordy With the ***s, laboratories, hell on earth, purgatory Minimums is mandatory, crack sentencing Bad parenting, put his dad on Maury, just another classic story I know there's no master for me, I don't even buy chains I don't rock diamonds, I just need the rock chain I don't get high no more, I go high octane They should call a rap game, my name, this is my game, Vic This is my game, this is my game, Vic