Got no hate on me
Feeling like goku
Switching to ultra instinctI′m supposed to
All my energy
Where does it goes to
Making songs, no
To make legacy
All my demons are prolly ahead of me
But you know what I'm not my own enemy
Working so hard to be the better me
Shaping my songs, like I′m doing pottery
They're just so good at mockery
Life doesn't change after a lottery
World revolves around me, call it rotary
I′m taking my time, I′m in no hurry
No hurry, chilling in studio
Performing magic in it, call me dynamo
Soon you're gonna hear my songs on the radio
Fat shady on heat, call it cardio
I rap in a foreign language
Not to sound cool
You′re just talking all the time
No work, you're a fool
They′re all over me now
When were they back then
I'm Vincent
And you can call me van
Cause imma Go-gh
To the top
Making bop
Give a Glock
To my opp
Go on shooting
And don′t stop
Imma reborn
To get you
Like Undertaker
In his coffin
Then we'll see who's crying now
And who′s laughing
You chase for the money
I chase for my pride
If you even wanna
You cannot provide
The energy I′m giving right here
In your right ear
In your left ear
Better freshen up
Before messing up
Wherever I go
I'm dressing up
Better work for it
Or die poor
It′s not worth
Just stressing up
Shh
Listen up
I'm ignoring DMs
I′m missing nothing
What you want from me is a story mention
But your track's hollow, so I′ll mention what
Yeah you right Brodie
What we right's prolly so foreign
They don't really get it
I′m bored and I′m ready
To go Cornrow Kenny
Put a rapper on life support
That's all too merry
I′m Santa
Stone cold flow got your nose like Rudolph's
I′m clogging the chimney when I'm spitting a stanza
Double O One meets rimer, we up on a rampage
Like we got the cheats, that′s PANZER
Nine to the five to the five to the nine
Experimenting in the lab, I'm Dexter
These emo bois called me out on my English
Proceeded to spread lyrical cancer
Inn bando ke chances slim
Yeh bande na shady
Let go of debating
The best in the region
Got a pen so prolific, I could do it stoned
It's takeover season
We writing scriptures, they copy
The fights gottem twisted, call it diss torsion
Revived in spirit of shit talking
Didn′t read the lyrics, still I be applauding
These rappers can′t save you
It's the bling era in Hawkins
I tend these bars, i sipped a fifth of vodka
Servin shots like a barkeep
Got no hate on me
Feelin like goku
Switching to ultra instinct
I′m supposed to
All my energy
Where does it goes to?
Making songs, no
To make legacy
All my demons are prolly ahead of me
But you know what I'm not my own enemy
Working so hard to be the better me
Shaping my songs, like I′m doing pottery
