Song Lyrics

Shout out Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy)

Got alotta dirt up on my name
I might've had a rap beef with the whole game
I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim
I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes
I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames
Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros
I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes
Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's
Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load

Shorty where you been? I've been stackin' on the low
Opps tryna send me to the end of the road
Nigga's from the Chi so you know I can't go
I might have to smack a nigga on his own show
BET, clown with the freestyle
I'm a demon but the devil's in the details
Free my nigga James in them chains
Gave him fifteen for a leg shot, we need a retrial

"Then what the, what the f*ck do we need a Vic Mensa?
I know this Vic Mensa thing just happened
Vic Mensa's fucked
Vic Mensa, what the f*ck?
Vic Mensa"

Got alotta dirt up on my name
I might've had a rap beef with the whole game
I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim
I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes
I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames
Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros
I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes
Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's
Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load

Money on my head I guess they ain't have enough
Nigga said it was a fifty pack he shoulda doubled up
Almighty Black Stone I ain't never gotta duck
Pull strings like a du-rag, niggas actin' tough
Wait, I gotta bone to pick
When you speakin' on my name watch your tone and shit
.22 on me if he think he on some shit
I'll beat a nigga ass like he stole some shit
It's the re-up, we turn the heat up, la familia
I'm with the bleeders, East Side shit, bia, bia
I need a diva, dark-skinned my Lupita
Two-seater, just me and my Nina
I been booted up just to deal with the lows
Mental health problems I think, everybody knows
Niggas say, "Vic how you deal with the hate and the fake?"
Let me set the record straight, 'cause I

Got alotta dirt up on my name
I might've had a rap beef with the whole game
I'm sprayin' everything, I don't really need to aim
I really be in traffic, why I'm always switchin' lanes
I'm in a leather jacket, motorcycle with the flames
Niggas switched sides, man, I thought we was bros
I'm still outside on the 7 with the Moes
Slide out west with Armani and the Fo's
Soon as it land he gon' fly the whole load

"Yes sir, yes sir, that goes good
Yeah, definitely, praise Allah
Praise Allah, it's all love, lil' bruh-bruh
It's all Stone love to the max, straight Stone love to the max
Marks get scared, marks get scared, brother"

(Free call from James Warren
An inmate at the Cook County Department of Corrections in Chicago, Illinois)

"Every human being naturally wants to feel empowered
Because of how we desire so many opportunities
The main people that's respected in Chicago
Is the shooters and shit
Free the shooters
Free the shooters and give 'em somethin' better to shoot for"

Caleb Jane, Chauncey Hollis Jr., Orlando Wilder, Terry Parker, Victor Mensah

The duration of DIRT ON MY NAME is 3:01 minutes and seconds.