VENDETTA

[Intro]
Yuh
Cold case
V for Vendetta shit
Heh
Uh

[Verse 1]
Everything I said I’d do, I did
Look at me I’m full of bliss
Full of shit
And by shit, I’m talking triple platinum hits
Mind gets racing
My brain move like brand new Dayton’s
I said “Fuck you” to the patience
SVU shit, got me heinous (Do! Do!)
Breaking cages (Do!)
All your new shit sounding anus
Pay to play shit
Making playlists (Yeah!)
I would rather shoot my shot and miss
Than fake my way to greatness (Pussy!)
Take this moment, hold it, grab it
Shit won’t last, I’m too sporadic
Went from nice guy, causing laughing
To a fucking paid assassin (Bah!)
I got bounties on yo' county
If you doubt me
Got you too (Bitch!)
Don’t allow me to get rowdy?
That’s exactly what I’ll do (I'll do it!)
Screaming “Howdy!” hella loudly
When I walk in with my dudes (Wassup?!)
Told myself no dropping weights until I’m built like Terry Crews (I'm built!)
I am not slept on
I’m getting my bread long
I am too headstrong
My mental is Teflon
And this ain’t my best song, aye
Call this your bed song
I bet that I’ll put you to bed, dog
My heart on my sleeve
And my left arm
Recovered from all of the dead bonds (Yeah)

[Hook]
I’m in the middle of breaking a fiddle in half (Woo!)
I’m Ritalin fast, I grip it and pivot and pass (Woo!)
I’m divvying cash, til all of us swimming in stacks
With intricate raps, I’m building a digital dash
I bet you can riddle with that
I’m civil, but limits attached
A little’s enough to attack, it’s best you get back (Back)

[Verse 2]
Best I get back to
Singing a chorus to catch you (Catch you)
Moving along right past you
They “c’ing” me nuts like cashews (Get it?)
Stick to the ink no tattoos
But fuck it I might get me tattoos (Fuck it)
I'm dragging this on and on (Uh)
Like Badu
I’m sorry I had too!
Living la vida loco
V for Vendetta, I told ya
Y’all just thought that shit was over
I been on this since October
I been off liquor and clover
Mix it together, move slower
I use to stack up my quarters
Just to afford all my orders
Left all my jobs and said “Fuck it,” I want no boss
And that’s 'cause I’ve been born a boss
And no shot, I’m cutting my losses
I spent so much time on my craft
That I get songs done and toss it
But just as soon as I drop it
I get convinced I can top it
I need a trip to the tropics
Turning off my phone, there for days
Throwing out out my closet
And tossing
Everything I wore to the grave
I’m on some new shit evolving
Unlocking every new stage
'Cause I got hot shit, I called it
Manifested all that I’ve made
I saw this shit from the beginning
Took so many losses, now, winning I really it did
Thinking I was never gonna go make it
But I guess now you sorely mistaken

[Outro]
All your new shit sounding anus
Pay to play shit
Making playlists (Wassup?!)
I would rather shoot my shot and miss
Than fake my way to greatness (Bah!)
All your new shit sounding anus
Pay to play shit
Making playlists (Wassup?!)
I would rather shoot my shot and miss
Than fake my way to greatness (Bah!)