Dynasty [explicit] Lyrics - There's Alot Going On [explicit] - Vic Mensa

There's alot goin' on, but this the dynasty 

The crazy man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin' 

My fit too fresh to be doin' the housekeepin' 

The maids cost too much, started cleanin' my own closet 

Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' with grown problems 

Got a brand new bae, she keep me good like the music 

If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and hood cubics 

No I.D. said it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap 

Drop bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts 

I stray away to say the way my days would be without rap 

My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled Chiraq 

Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill 

I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a windowsill 

Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle feel 

He sent this dope shit to my veins like fiends on any deal 

After we build on existing structures, shift the culture 

Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction 

Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle East 

This the midwest and we the royal family like Della Reese 

SAVEMONEY the new dynasty like Death Row in '93 

The same year my mother's water broke on 57th St 

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 Roc is still alive, throw your diamonds up again 

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Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back, hundred miles and runnin' back 

Hov the president, he flyin' private in Obama's jet 

Vic the young hitta, I want it with any nigga 

My problems' deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas 

Cemetery diggers will be ready for your favorite rapper 

Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta Kappa 

I am nothin' like these actors, they're only on camera 

I hit 'em in the head like Holly Holm hit Ronda 

And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors 

High school students with guns hidin' in their binder 

Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a hood pass 

Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look pass 

Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my sons 

Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley, oops 

I heard a certain who's who mad 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 diss song, this a disclaimer 

Sorry that your management can't manage my anger 

Violence is not the answer but, Lord, they done brought it to me 

You gon' see a side of me, the South Side taught it to me 

They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and pull 

A semi Uzi, auto, fully out the Robert Geller hoodie 

Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Berry Gordy 

With the shits, lavatory, tell a nurse, purgatory 

Minimums is mandatory, crack sentencin' 

Bad parentin', 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 Roc chain 

I don't get high no more, I go high octane 

They should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic! 

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To the police 

You can not (You can not!) 

You can not (You can not!) 

You can not (You can not! 

You will not (You will not!) 

Kill me (Kill me!) 

If you want justice, make some noise 

Let's go 

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