Vain

[Intro]
This what happens when you have fuckin’ Bundy and bucket bongs for your fuckin’ pre-drink cunt
Fuck!
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[Verse 1]
I write the shit to make you go back to the drawin’ board
I’m sittin’ back and takin’ my time like an audemar
Fuck off bro, don’t play me your single ‘cause I’ll get fuckin’ bored
Imperial, you fuckers umbilical I just cut the cord
Renegade when tryna get plenty paid, I don’t give a fuck
China lake, puffin’ on lemonade when I’m blazin’ up
Aussie made, which should insinuate, I’m a crazy cunt
Mary Jane, blowin’ it in ya face, come try me brah
I don’t do features ‘cause people ain’t payin’ upfront (But)
Guarantee I’d ether you either way if you want (Look)
People been speakin’ I still ain’t even see you front (So)
Why was you preachin’ about ya homie with pump (Huh?)
‘Cause I come from a place where they ain’t hesitate to buss it
Bitches spraying the mace irritated from these fuckers
Dudes are slangin’ skante, or the base, but not no drummin’
I don’t do this for fame, wanna make somethin’ from nothin’

[Hook]
When we fuckin’ she gon’ scream out the Lord’s name in vain
I made it outta the trap, but it all just stay the same
Wanna act like you hard, silver spoon ain’t feel my pain
Spill the ink leave a stain ‘fore I’m gone and fade away
When we fuckin’ she gon’ scream out the Lord’s name in vain
I made it outta the trap, but it all just stay the same
Wanna act like you hard, silver spoon ain’t feel my pain
Spill the ink leave a stain ‘fore I’m gone and fade away

[Verse 2]
Fuckers through the streets and they all tweakin’ off the rock
You got bitches selling pussy for a yellow note a pop
I’ve had coppers fuckin’ stop us for the quota at the top
The shit these all have in common: if there’s money it won’t stop
Money buy a bitches love, it buy her BBL and lips
Money keep ya family round, if you a failure you ain’t shit
That’s why I keep it to myself, not talkin’ money but I’m rich
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout the spirit feel like Kendrick in this bitch (Bitch!)
People never fucked with him the WHIZKID in the back drop
Bitches hear my lyrics now they dribble, give ‘em back shots
I was working retail droppin’ fifties in the cash box
People hear my shit and they gon’ need me for the show slot, bitch
Ain’t with trappin’ so fuck that I’m back to rappin’
And blazin’ the fuckin’ Cali off backwoods and spittin’ magic
Emphatical, you the captain of cappin’ ‘cause of ya cataracts
The problems with my vision has catapulted to colder tracks

[Hook]
When we fuckin’ she gon’ scream out the Lord’s name in vain
I made it outta the trap, but it all just stay the same
Wanna act like you hard, silver spoon ain’t feel my pain
Spill the ink leave a stain ‘fore I’m gone and fade away
When we fuckin’ she gon’ scream out the Lord’s name in vain
I made it outta the trap, but it all just stay the same
Wanna act like you hard, silver spoon ain’t feel my pain
Spill the ink leave a stain ‘fore I’m gone and fade away

[Outro]
Ain’t with trappin’ so fuck that I’m back to rappin’
And blazin’ the fuckin’ Cali off backwoods and spittin’ magic
Emphatical, you the captain of cappin’ ‘cause of ya cataracts
The problems with my vision has catapulted to colder tracks
Ain’t with trappin’ so fuck that I’m back to rappin’
And blazin’ the fuckin’ Cali off backwoods and spittin’ magic
Emphatical, you the captain of cappin’ ‘cause of ya cataracts
The problems with my vision has catapulted to colder tracks