Sway In The Morning Freestyle Lyrics - Vic Mensa

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] 

I spit that ugly face like a dude had a bad mood 

Pussy blew it, bud clot when the act rude 

Trying to flex and get her bare ass like a baboon 

Birds I don't feed no seeds till I be posted on the porch like a raccoon 

Rap funny, they tried to play you like you soft or portray you some sort of trap goon 

I'm from the hood, to be exact 47th 

For shorties'll catch you lacking, you carried and buried under wood 

Six men'll hold your casket 

You only come off the bench to take a stand, you a snitch, witnesses get subtracted 

I'm back to where I began and that's to pass your exit 

As far as first impressions I'm breaking the mold 

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[Verse 2: Mibbs] 

Better call your best troops, we let loose 

All OE Tropicana with the best juice 

At this moment every moment is a chess move 

I see your chances getting slimmer than a test tube 

To walk like I walk you need your best shoes 

But sorry I don't walk no more, call me JetBlue 

You couldn't get at me if I let you 

Cause everything I spit is nasty like pet food 

Atchoo, eww, that's rude 

This neighborhood was never easy to pass through 

Give me the order and I'mma get to slaughtering 

This year I make careers shorter than tattoo 

It so happens I got a shitload of talent 

Line so thin you gotta tip toe to balance 

There's nothing in the world I've ever been so proud of 

But my first mixtape, that was my first mistake 

Cause the second one was stupider, what could you do to us? 

You down to earth niggas, we reside on Jupiter 

And you could've thought of something lucrative to do with us 

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[Verse 3: Vic Mensa] 

After the band, before the bands I never really went solo 

I always kept a cup of niggas with me 

Taking shots, better hit your mark 

Three come for you, it might get sticky 

Like a drunk Santa dropping his Henny down the chimney 

Smoking Christmas trees, Happy New Year 

Knew I was the future before the present 

They questioning if I should move out of the city 

Really ain't much left to do here, but I'm still here 

If you on a wheelchair then come pop a wheelie 

Traffic, traffic looking through my taxes 

Been traveling so much I got out of state rates 

Overseas plates shift the parentheses, different brackets 

I'm Freddy fire starter you're more like bury the hatchet 

Shush your mouth, you don't wanna smoke 

You hide behind the mirror, scared to look yourself in the eye 

I know you fear me, it's apparent 

Like a mother of five trying to feed her family 

Your food on the table [?] the chef [?] 

[Verse 4: Mibbs] 

Yo, it's black shades and black beanies, feel me? 

Cut the track and put it out, call that a freebie 

All the girls wanna dance and rub their titties 

They only got love for hundreds, fifty's 

My Compton niggas is rocking dickey's 

Hollywood niggas is rocking skinny's 

As long as you niggas is rocking with me 

I could give a fuck about that sucka shit 

My shit got slapped 

Who's that creeping down peek hole like that? 

Really in a golf chair leaning like that 

And I'd catch a case if I beat it like that 

Girl, I remember you, you used to be a sleeper 

But when the sleeper go to sleep that's when they meet the reaper 

Hennessy and reefer, just leave it to Bieber 

Quit talking about your dick, bruh, that shit never please her 

[Verse 5: Tokyo Shawn] 

It's SaveMoney, save money to the grave money 

It's really nothing you could really take from me 

I know my wave coming 

I'm off the top more often than not, what it gave for me 

Like, you could take me to the grave something 

I'd probably take something, but they could never wait for me 

I see them gaining interest, that's late money 

Now that wave coming 

I dropped the coffee, but I caught it, quick action 

But I'm never lacking in the field, but I'm always packing 

If they asking I'm tough acting [?] 

I'm playing Madden, but slacking 

They always slacking and macking 'em 

Probably off of the top with it 

And they just changing all the topics 

Something like it's tropic, but I'm never stopping it 

And now I'm off with it 

[Verse 6: Vic Mensa] 

Probably off of the top with it 

Back in school, selling a fool, that was hypotheses 

Now I'm in Jamaica, I be out where the tropics is 

I just took my girl to vacation, they still waiting 

You still late, can't even get your late pass 

But I'm right back cause you know I'm smoking great grass 

[Verse 7: Tokyo Shawn] 

I said, who, I said it's Tokyo 

If I don't remember your name, sorry, don't get emotional 

I mean I'm wavy, I'm probably gonna make the lake overflow 

I mean I'm wavy, I'm wavy, I'll probably flip a motorboat 

I'll probably go and overdose 

Off on some shit I never did before, I'm indigo 

I mean the G's did it indigo 

You can't even find them in the go 

I'm off the top with it changing the topic 

I mean I'm Philosoraptor with it 

[Verse 8: Mibbs] 

Show love to the ratchets 

Hit the suburb for that white girl action 

Know your sports, nigga, know your fashion 

Know that you don't give a fuck, you tell a nigga what's happening 

All day, Merrill Lynch, marijuana, Mary everything 

Kill the game and the mic, explode everything 

Shout out to Sway, shout out to Tech 

Shout out to my ladies, shout out to the respect 

I come through with a freestyle verse 

[Verse 9: Tokyo Shawn] 

In the morning with Sway, in the morning with Sway 

I'm with Vic, yeah my homie [???], where's Trey? 

SaveMoney, here the take of the day 

Here to save the day, take over the global shit 

I mean I'm new to this 

And they just see me walk in the room, they probably noticed it 

Bun in they hair but probably open it 

See the girl getting legs open, something like the [?] 

[Verse 10: Vic Mensa] 

I'm in the back of the black Uber and you know I'm smoking it 

These other niggas is lame, they do not be poking it 

They lying on they shit, that's why bitch be steady be steady lying on my dick 

Like I had a frying pan on my shit 

Because I'm steady in my kitchen whipping water when I'm across the border, tried to get me dirty 

My boy thirty, I'm twenty, I'm about to come up, money coming up plenty 

And they can't see me, can't defend me, can't [?] me, automatic [??], clac-click him, clac stick him 

[Verse 11: Tokyo Shawn] 

All the 90's babies, 90's baby 

90's made me, the 90's made me, the 90's raised me 

Me and Victor, we in the [?], we off the mixture 

We off the [?] of the jeans, ain't got no zipper, the hell we saying 

[Verse 12: Vic Mensa] 

She got an iPhone five, I wanna take a picture 

Now I'm sipping on that purple potion, that elixir, (that elixir) 

Look, these niggas know that Vic get live 

That's why I got three nights this week at Terminal Five 

You can catch me from Toronto, and all the way to Montreal 

[Verse 13: Mibbs] 

Hitting your sister 

Individual spitter 

Big Mibbs that nigga 

[?] Divsion is my crew 

I'm with Vic Mensa, you know how we do 

We on this shit, south by southwest, come catch me 

Me and Scoop DeVille, on a jet ski 

[Verse 14: Tokyo Shawn] 

See the face up on the poster, me and Vic we on a tour with Disclosure 

And they see we light it up, changing the exposure 

Tell them that I'm kosher, tell her come closer 

Tell them [???] 

[Verse 15: Vic Mensa] 

Tell them [???], you know they spotlight is over 

Me I keep a cold glass of wine on the coaster 

If you looking on the mannequin, you can see my name on the poster 

You know they over, you far but I'm closer 

Closure, shoutout to [?], she never get (shoutout to Hova) 

Shoutout to Jay Hova, [?] at the United Center 

[Verse 16: Mibbs] 

Shoutout to Weezy, shoutout To Yeezy 

We do this shit so easy, the freestyle's like peasys 

Easy, cleasy, niggas don't understand I'm like Georgia Weezy 

What's happening, niggas done rapping 

Spitting, kicking, clapping, guns clapping 

[Verse 17: Tokyo Shawn] 

Clapping never lacking 

[??], he [?], what did he say? 

What did he say, she say, they saying that cliche 

But they be rapping and they be talking and never say shit 

It's okay because we almost famous 

[Verse 18: Vic Mensa] 

We in this bitch [?] cliche, I be sipping that [?] 

Shoutout to Donnie Trumpet, that's my brother Nico 

And my stock up like the NASDAQ 

Niggas no answers like Sway in the math class 

Back that, pass that, you know I'm [??] 

I'm ash on the gas then pass out 

When she at my crib give me ass then I pass out 

People last up or last out 

[Outro: Sway] 

There it is, there it is! 

Yo, I want the end, on that last metaphor 

Vic Mensa, give it up for Vic Mensa! 

Give it up for Mibbs! 

Tokyo making his debut on Sway in the Morning! 

Yo, that was one of the sickest, that was the sickest cypher this year!