Vinnie

Sacto born and raised, bitch I feel amazed
I remember the days they called me Antow
My name is just a little different now
When I get to where I'm going,
They'll try to stop me and ask me how (How you do it?)

I tell em' I plow through the competition
I see myself for who I am no apparition
Happiness is completely your own decision
I stay humble as a person but cocky as a musician

Vinnie's the confidence that I always lacked
Vidn't need to get smacked to feel good
Music allowed me to counteract
Feeling lonely for having no one to bolster up my manhood

But fuck a bitch I'll do my own shit don't need a chick
Tell her I'm a poet and read her a fucking limerick
I'm sick in the brain only slightly insane
Against the grain is how I intend to acquire fame!
Mother Fucker!

I JUST WANT TO BE ME
I DON'T NEED ANY ONE ELSE TO BE ME
I JUST WANT TO LIVE FREE
I DON'T NEED ANY ONE ELSE TO BE ME!

135 pounds of skin and bone
Bread without the butter yeah I eat it alone
Don't wanna hear about your problems got enough of my own
And I don't know how to solve em' so I just pick up my phone
And then I call you up (URG what do you want?)

Then I hang up
Don't want to come across as a dang chump
1 to 1 inside of my lungs so I don't need to roll the dank up
Just met a cutie with a bootie told me she's a Franco-

Phile, it's been awhile depuis que J'ai parlé
J'ai besoin d'un peu d'amour, ha.
Aller Aller!
All these fake bitches on the tinder I give em' the finger
They hinder my vibe when they assume that I'm a singer
(They hinder that shit)

But I'm a French-Canadian who sings
Boom. Clench the mic, with it, it brings
Happiness along with other things spread your wings
And don't give a damn about what anybody else thinks!

This shit won't shut me down, Imma be around
For a minute now, try to take me as a clown
I won't shed a tear or show a frown
Been there done that and I made a comeback so my confidence you can't outrun that

Or outrun the beast
It will only feast on your deceased body at very least
But stand up to the fucker and you'll see

Lock me in the room and throw away the key, Imma be,
Making masterpieces in my mind for none to see
I'll flip the world on its ass, while they look past
I used to get laughed at for passing gas in math class

What's my name? V.I. Double N. I. E
Cause I'm humble it's only when I'm behind the mic I be
If you can't hear what I'm saying, then you're not paying attention
So don't compare me to mumble rappers who stay in first dimension. Bitch