MACHIAVELLI
Vic Mensa"MACHIAVELLI" is a song by Vic Mensa, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:08 long and contains 59 lines and 483 words.
Lyrics
0:12Yeah
0:14SAVEMONEY shit
0:17Uh, back to reclaim my throne
0:21I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli
0:24Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries
0:26From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
0:29I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law
0:32Two-time felony charge, gun-toting
0:35Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom
0:37Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan
0:40My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry
0:42I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic
0:45Speak my mind, I got a bad habit
0:47Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic
0:50I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber 'cause I un’d myself
0:54I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off
0:58Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross
1:01I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage
1:04Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue
1:06I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all
1:08I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted
1:10On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh
1:13Back on my bully, don’t be a matador
1:15This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes
1:19Mask on, you still see I’m the future
1:21But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask
1:26Uh, young Machiavelli
1:33Still alive across the belly
1:38Uh, lemme get it back
1:44Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project
1:47With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at
1:50Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial
1:52I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu
1:55Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side
1:58No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed
2:00Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty
2:03Yeah, I did a rock album, that’s cause I’m a rock star
2:06I’m from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesús
2:09To put new 22’s on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12
2:12Undercovers looking for Proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice
2:16A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family
2:21Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones
2:24Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home
2:28Uh, born alone, die alone, it’s still SAVEMONEY
2:31I take that to the grave with me
2:32The game’s funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood
2:35To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I'm feedin' niggas
2:38They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas
2:41Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas
2:43We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga
2:46Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga?
2:53Still alive
2:59Alive, yeah yeah
3:07Still alive
3:07Alive, yeah yeah
3:07(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
3:08Alive, yeah yeah
3:08I'm still alive
3:08I'm still alive
Yeah SAVEMONEY shit Uh, back to reclaim my throne I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law Two-time felony charge, gun-toting Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic Speak my mind, I got a bad habit Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber 'cause I un’d myself I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh Back on my bully, don’t be a matador This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes Mask on, you still see I’m the future But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask Uh, young Machiavelli Still alive across the belly Uh, lemme get it back Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty Yeah, I did a rock album, that’s cause I’m a rock star I’m from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesús To put new 22’s on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12 Undercovers looking for Proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home Uh, born alone, die alone, it’s still SAVEMONEY I take that to the grave with me The game’s funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I'm feedin' niggas They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga? Still alive Alive, yeah yeah Still alive Alive, yeah yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Alive, yeah yeah I'm still alive I'm still alive
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