New Console

[Intro]
Shut up, bitch
It's not like I really won, it's just that all of you are losers
It's not like I really won, it's just that all of you are losers

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
It's me and my boy Vain, my nigga, DreProfane
We based angels in this hoe, we on another plane
They be trying to hate, they be so lame
I just do my thing, I just do my thing
Playing a different game, got that new console
I ain't a dentist, I'll rip out your tonsils
I'm an unlockable character hidden in the roster
I been bouncing around cliques like I'm in foster
You bit my swag, you is an imposter
I'm sick in the head like I am a monster
Like Johan, I'm playing with these hoes
You can set the bar high, bitch, I'm coming with my pole

[Verse 2: Vain]
Rise from the dead like I'm God's son
Blow the fuck up like in Top Gun
Never make a sad song, keep the vibes positive
Newton's Third Law, promise you will face the consequence
Always on the right side, always on track
Bitches saying bye-bye, bitches left back
Steaming fucking forward, call me fucking Thomas
We gon' fucking make it, that's my fucking promise
Fuck a resume, use my fucking catalogue
Listening to Vain, hired me without a thought
I don't even got to listen, I don't even got it written
Walking in that bitch and I walk out with position

[Chorus: Vain]
Run my numbers up, that's a positive
Keep hating on me, that's a positive
Say anything you want, I can't fucking hear you
Looking at your numbers, real fucking close to zero
Been at it a while, since I was thirteen
Since we had a stream, you can't break this bond
This shit is untouchable, looking at the views, looking real comfortable

[Verse 3: Sunshine Christo]
Stupid little rat trying to hop up in my 'lac
Bitch, you can't have that, 'cause that is my cash
Hey, that is mine, don't play with my nine
Don't play with my slime, don't play with my gang
You can have a pretty face, but you're still going to pay
Get out of my way, I am not like these others
I am not your brother, I ain't related to y'all
I be running yards around the block like I'm playing football, you bitch

[Verse 4: Vain]
Rise from the dead like I'm God's son
Blow the fuck up like in Top Gun
Never make a sad song, keep the vibes positive
Newton's Third Law, promise you will face the consequence
Always on the right side, always on track
Bitches saying bye-bye, bitches left back
Steaming fucking forward, call me fucking Thomas
We gon' fucking make it, that's my fucking promise
Fuck a resume, use my fucking catalogue
Listening to Vain, hired me without a thought
I don't even got to listen, I don't even got it written
Walking in that bitch and I walk out with position

[Chorus: Vain]
Run my numbers up, that's a positive
Keep hating on me, that's a positive
Say anything you want, I can't fucking hear you
Looking at your numbers, real fucking close to zero
Been at it a while, since I was thirteen
Since we had a stream, you can't break this bond
This shit is untouchable, looking at the views, looking real comfortable