Vagabond
Feel like a hooligan
Like a hooligan
$tannyMan feel like a hooligan
Like a hooligan
Yeah!
Joyful days up on Illinois with lil' Joy
That was my bitch
Gotta go back with my auntie boy
Cuz my fam just making trips
Tryna find out what it is
Should I blast away like a rocket ship
Now to them days, where ain't nothing changed
Cuz a nigga's still in an abyss
Tryna find out who's helping me
More like, oh wait, who's stopping me?
Liked biology
Now I'm chasing them greens like collard be
Roaming with hoes like it's Constantinople
I'm blowing up, call $tanny Chernobyl
If you want drama, you could get it in total
Run up on $tanny, boy, you gon' get totaled
They want me dead like John Proctor
But they cannot fuck with this monster
Now my ma said, "That boy ain't no Rasta,"
Was a vagabond, I might chop ya
Ain't no NLE, I gotta chopper
Swerving low, ain't no helicopter
Sorry hoe, you ain't make the roster
On Canarsie, with the rockers
And the shakers, who might break mans
FN hold two 10s, so start to spraying
Had some cop ask, "What's pertaining?"
Made that white boy jump like Jake Layman
My bad, that's demon time, nigga
Ain't even close to my prime, nigga
And the power that's within my mind, nigga
Feeling like the Council, so Divine, nigga
Oh, that's yo bitch?
I broke her spine, nigga
Oh, that's ya whip?
That bitch is mine, nigga
He Kirigiri, how he spy on niggas
I been getting bank, that's all the time, nigga
Now Circle City, that's my residence
And how I move through it, so elegant
'Member was on Tibbs, watching Spider-Man
Drove back, fucked that bitch in Cumberland
But I'm tryna get away from this, though
All I got is hope like Makoto
Would gas myself, like the Shell, bro
But that shit closed, so I GetGo
Only felt despair in Fort Wayne
Back in fourth grade, stealing gel pencils
Now I'm thinking back to Fort Wayne
Tryna make grades, feeling suicidal
When I looked at God in some ways
Something had changed, he won't let the blinds close
And now I'm back here in Naptown
In B-Rip, Butler hoes want me now
Never was yo spot cuz bitch Big $tanny's on it
And these niggas cap in they rap
And they like to hand in homies
Wait, into custody, niggas can't fuck with me
How I'm killing these dudes like the Byzantine
How King Cyrus did, I'm walking peacefully
And bitch, we finna take everything
Nigga ain't taking my spot
Cuz that's how a nigga gets shot
What they say, "$tan, you a vagabond
So what in the hell is your spot?"
My nigga, you'll rot
Like a hooligan
$tannyMan feel like a hooligan
Like a hooligan
Yeah!
Joyful days up on Illinois with lil' Joy
That was my bitch
Gotta go back with my auntie boy
Cuz my fam just making trips
Tryna find out what it is
Should I blast away like a rocket ship
Now to them days, where ain't nothing changed
Cuz a nigga's still in an abyss
Tryna find out who's helping me
More like, oh wait, who's stopping me?
Liked biology
Now I'm chasing them greens like collard be
Roaming with hoes like it's Constantinople
I'm blowing up, call $tanny Chernobyl
If you want drama, you could get it in total
Run up on $tanny, boy, you gon' get totaled
They want me dead like John Proctor
But they cannot fuck with this monster
Now my ma said, "That boy ain't no Rasta,"
Was a vagabond, I might chop ya
Ain't no NLE, I gotta chopper
Swerving low, ain't no helicopter
Sorry hoe, you ain't make the roster
On Canarsie, with the rockers
And the shakers, who might break mans
FN hold two 10s, so start to spraying
Had some cop ask, "What's pertaining?"
Made that white boy jump like Jake Layman
My bad, that's demon time, nigga
Ain't even close to my prime, nigga
And the power that's within my mind, nigga
Feeling like the Council, so Divine, nigga
Oh, that's yo bitch?
I broke her spine, nigga
Oh, that's ya whip?
That bitch is mine, nigga
He Kirigiri, how he spy on niggas
I been getting bank, that's all the time, nigga
Now Circle City, that's my residence
And how I move through it, so elegant
'Member was on Tibbs, watching Spider-Man
Drove back, fucked that bitch in Cumberland
But I'm tryna get away from this, though
All I got is hope like Makoto
Would gas myself, like the Shell, bro
But that shit closed, so I GetGo
Only felt despair in Fort Wayne
Back in fourth grade, stealing gel pencils
Now I'm thinking back to Fort Wayne
Tryna make grades, feeling suicidal
When I looked at God in some ways
Something had changed, he won't let the blinds close
And now I'm back here in Naptown
In B-Rip, Butler hoes want me now
Never was yo spot cuz bitch Big $tanny's on it
And these niggas cap in they rap
And they like to hand in homies
Wait, into custody, niggas can't fuck with me
How I'm killing these dudes like the Byzantine
How King Cyrus did, I'm walking peacefully
And bitch, we finna take everything
Nigga ain't taking my spot
Cuz that's how a nigga gets shot
What they say, "$tan, you a vagabond
So what in the hell is your spot?"
My nigga, you'll rot
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