Oh god I created a mess Spoke truth and now these haters tryna pray for my death When they come for me I tell 'em aim straight for the chest The walls I built around my heart won't let em break through the flesh You know Superman's in this bitch and immune to kryptonite Flipping LSD on his tongue and taking a trip tonight With black smoke in my lungs I rather be sniffing white Off a kitchen knife while I drink and drive in a Fischer price I ain't coping with no emotional damage I'm just trying to talk to the Holy Ghost while I'm manic Overdose in a panic with broken bones and a Xanax On open roads with a ratchet like Post Malone or mechanics Whipping in this bitch like it's midnight club Making millions in my 20s bitch I feel like Russ Coming straight from the underground Greats never dumb it down Any instrumental getting laced with 100 rounds Boom Boom Here we come better give me room First body in my way is who I give it to Who's who Never cared for the pick and choose Living rough around the edge but the rhythm smooth Never did it once for the fame or the love or the shame or the money look at me now Everything I've done for the game never once for the gains you could never figure me out Since 18 I've been abrasive when I blazed a beat Eraser clean cause when I wrote I never changed a scheme Now seven days a week I wake up and I make a G So when they throwing stones I lay em out this is masonry But chasing dreams turned to rapping with a Violent motive These fucking bums poppin off and I will not condone it My rhymes potent every line they gotta stop and quote it Popping overseas I write a song and let it drop in Polish That's International Homie Your shit is actual trash so I don't deem it an accolade when I'm lapping you Talent dies Young You're not the one it'll happen to If y'all are on a wave I'm about to let the kraken loose Now there's blood in the water just give me something to slaughter You'll see me swallow it whole like it was drugs at the border "Any last words Vin?" I would love to Let me clear my throat, ummm FUCK YOU Boom Boom Boom Here we come better give me room First body in my way is who I give it to Who's who Never cared for the pick and choose Living rough around the edge but the rhythm smooth Never did it once for the fame or the love or the shame or the money look at me now Everything I've done for the game never once for the gains you could never figure me out