[Verse 1: Vin Jay] Look I been livin' like a sick individual I been linin' up my enemies and kill 'em in intervals Think I'm mentally deranged, and the kid is a criminal When I tell am I'm the demon, ya'll are taking it literal (damn) I don't really got a demon inside of me But I really got a problem and I need a lobotomy Still, I keep it level-headed for the people who follow me Know that YPG 'bout to make a monopoly (uh) Y'all are bugging, I can't be controlled Never really cared, who stacked cream the most I crack teeth in bulge Attack beats and foes When I get up in the booth the track decompose Everybody wanna come and complain With nothing to gain It cuts, but I'm numbing the veins I'm lovin' the pain I'm 'bout to jump in front of a train I'm fuckin' deranged, a werewolf, tuckin' the fangs Been up on the bottom, and I'd feel like I'd never make it People wanna doubt it, but it only keep me dedicated Poppin' out the tab until I feel like I've been levitatin' Mama lookin' at me like, "I want to get him medicated" Swear the hate like gasoline That's why I get fired up when they laugh at me So gimme the mic and I'ma hit 'em wit' a masterpiece And can't compete, they dealin' with a savage beast
[Chorus: Vin Jay] If I'm about to lose it I'm the only one to blame Victim to my thoughts think I'm never gon' change Know soul is burning still I feel no pain Try to pray to god but know I can't be saved If I'm about to lose it I'm the only one to blame Victim to my thoughts think I'm never gon' change Know soul is burning still I feel no pain Try to pray to god but know I can't be saved
[Verse 2: Bingx] Yuh, Little aggravating When I wanna make pop, but the masses crave The rappin' tracks, they mad when I acclimate But platinum plaques, don't come from a stagnant place I work hard, still wealthy Even without budget Ya'll thoughts ain't really what I'm gettin' out of it I don't see your feet movin', I'm peepin' your mouth runnin' Judging' off that, I don't think you'll ever outrun it (Woo!) Sit down, get blessed Get loud, you get checked Bitch, I'm off that! Put 'em on, and gotta flex I been a boss, I cut the checks You ain't off that! And I hold it down, I don't get impressed By a little clout or a bit of press And your vision off track I don't consider realizin', on my end of respect You'll a miserable cause, you to go get me a check You can never knock that ho! Got 'em all watchin' now, whatchu talk about? It's what you not about Thirty-somethin', still livin' at your mamas Kids like you make me wanna pull a condom out I'm pissed off, funny, you ain't got a problem now Talkin' shit on YouTube, feelin' boss when I get up in they face Mo'fuckers ain't talkin' now, it's awkward now You runnin' out of options now! (Huh..) Ain't got a lot, not gonna fight you Never claimed to be the brightest in the room But I'm wiser then ya'll! I'm full of pride, I'm stuck in my ways But like the arrogance: It brought me to the truth, when my mind is involved I got my flaws, I got my faults But when I get to rappin' over just a--- Homie, I get applause, and when I sing I'm happy Couldn't shine my resolve I rise and I fall, but look it I survived through it all! (Bingx)
[Chorus: Vin Jay] If I'm about to lose it I'm the only one to blame Victim to my thoughts think I'm never gon' change Know soul is burning still I feel no pain Try to pray to god but know I can't be saved If I'm about to lose it I'm the only one to blame Victim to my thoughts think I'm never gon' change Know soul is burning still I feel no pain Try to pray to god but know I can't be saved
[Verse 3: GAWNE] Nowadays everyone pussy They hate and they bitch and they moan But no never once spoke, so they seek gynecologists I might go start an apocalypse Droppin' a bomb on Iraquis like Donald Dick Catch a body, (?) Suleimani, start a world war, word to Bin Laden Goin' kamikaze, crash a plane in Metropolis Unh! Bitch I been back on my block again MAC in my pocket, I'm strapped with a Glock I might murder a congressman (Brrt!) Fleein' the scene, as I hop in the car that your mama's in Throwin' her out of it, GTA, Niko, (?) Bellic, Ivanovich They call me Australian when I spit flames 'Cause I'll scorch the whole continent So fuck what you heard, yeah Little kid from the burb, yeah They thought I grew up a screw-up 'Cause nobody knew what I could do When I would start to write 'Til I got on the mic and murdered shit like ISIS They began to like it, callin' me an ill MC They way I dismembered the Achilles knees and widows peaks Of each and every beat I ever meet I never seem to ever cease Bitch, I'm evergreen, rap 'til I'm seventy I'm not an earthling, a rap god I'm heavenly I put my team on the map like Yosemite Hand of God, I never plan to stop Until I'm climbin' all the way up to the Everest top And even then, I'm elevatin' to a level above the Himalayans I'm finna make it even if it means I gotta eliminate Every single one of you haters, none will debate it I been the greatest, don't believe me? Shit, well you can check the metadata It's been demonstrated every time I walk into the booth And detonate it, like a stick of dynamite But on the mic, they been afraid of me Like my name was Freddy or Jason Til' the day they put me on a ventilator I'ma be annihilating every single rapper In the ninety-nine mile radiu--- Fuck am I saying!? I'll murder anybody, from the Eastside to the West Coast Chi town, spit and fly high like G5 YouTube rappers wanna talk about me, right? Pussy lil' bitches, I cook 'em like deep-fried So who the fuck wanna rumble? You lookin' for trouble if beefin' with me 'Cause you'll end up asleep six feet deep in a hole I've been stackin' up bodies Yo, Vin Jay man, where is my shovel?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
