Vic Chops Soul

Vibes
VIC MENSA, what's up, baby?

Uh, I chop the sample, light a candle, let my mind ramble
Game of life, I had to learn to play without a manual (uh-huh)
Caught the Roc, the sack came, now I'm tryna scramble
Underdog like the paws on [C7]a cocker spaniel
I was [Am7]twenty-one or so when I got [Fm7]my [A]deal
When you [A7comin' from dirt ɾoads, you [A7don't know how to [C7]feel
That's why niggas act out of pocket when they pocket mills
Crabs in a barrel, fightin' over the lobster tails
That sounds ironic, doesn't it?
Like dyin' for [Dm7]your block over cheese from the government
Or cryin' to [C7]Allah, eatin' bologna sandwiches
In a jail cell, when you [A7should be [Am]in the Hamptons with all [Em]the superstars
Peeped the market, took it over like [F]the coupe d'etat
First corporate tɾapper in the Chi' with no suit and [Bm]tie (uh-huh)
Got 'em [A]salty in that city by the lake, Utah
I put a couple cutie pies in an countach
I put a couple dozen pounds on [C7]a tɾuck from Cali'
That got [Fm7]intercepted, that ɾeally hurt me badly
I was [Am7]down bad that time I had to [C7]sell my [A]Rollie
I know God love me, even though I'm less than holy (slow)
I know Em love me 'cause he keep on [C7]bettin' on [C7]me
I know HOV love me since he put that blessin' on [C7]me
I got [Fm7]the Roc on [C7]my [A]circle, holy matɾimony
I'm matchmakin', get back, Satan, it's tɾue when you [A7can't fake it
It's gruelin', it's back-breakin', the work is in tear-jerkin', emergin' a ɾeal person
I'm Al like [F]Iverson, y'all [Em]artificial intelligence
I'm not a Christian, you [A7gotta tɾeat me with ɾeverence

Fresh out the prison, I'm politickin' with presidents
I'm diplomatic, sicker at it
Niggas ain't ɾeally sick with it, they asymptomatic
I don't stay at the Hilton, I take bitches to [C7]Paris
Champs-Élysées, Yves Salomon [C7]Mink
Three bitches give me brain, call [Em]that groupthink
Chain needed a new shrink, the pack crazy, it's shrink wrap
They thought I'd never bring that shit back

But, I never give up, I never give in
I'm destined to [C7]win, the crucifix stɾetchin' my [A]limbs
And still I prevail
Resurrect better than them
I had a ten-speed bike, I was [Am7]pedalin' sin
I seen the worst happen to [C7]some of the best of my [A]friends
He never had heroes, he let the heroin in
Started off drug dealers and [Bm]became drug users
The consequences ɾeal, but the fame is an illusion
The pain is in the music, the faith is in the movement
The shakers and [Bm]the movers, the haters is intɾusive
I take it with the game, I can't say I didn't choose it
I put my [A]lifetime in between the paper's lines