Vendetta
I'm on a winning streak I can't come down from right now
They always texting me, I'm always the talk of the town
They always tryna throw you down, never bring you around
And I ain't a hypocrite, I'll show you what my life's about
Born in Fairfax, raised in Loudoun County, we were broke
I was twelve when I moved to the 540 I call it home
And I'm an only child, sometimes I'd really rather be alone
I was twelve when I got my first iPhone
Back in the day I was rapping on the Samsung Galaxy S3
I was eight the first time I was in the stu, I'm spinning beats
I'm steady aiming for the stars, they ain't ever been out of reach
And I've been doing it so long, I don't think y'all could compete
I've been turning up since age eleven, send a girl to heaven
Lately I've been over stepping, I've been double repping
I was in my Dad's shop selling things for pennies
I was in the second grade, boy, you must've never met me
I was probably thirteen when I made my first song on my own
It's always been me only in this shit I'm on my own
Shoutout Mama cause she made a g, I've never been a clone
And shoutout the YB because they made me feel at home
Went to rapping as a group to fucking bitches one on two
I could overstep and smack you if you reach but that's on you
I ain't ever gone punch first, I've never been a fool
If I could punch for the first time I'd use that shit on you
I was in sixth grade when I got ISA for my first fight
I was in eleventh grade supplying my teacher, you know I got her right
I could go hit up The Chillist, he might be with her tonight
I ain't talking about no chemistry, no this ain't Walter White
I'm a petty person, go and text your bitch and say its urgent
I'ma pull up in a big body like GTA insurgent
Walk in the army, they solute to me cause I'm a sergeant
If I go to jail I know the president is finna pardon
The truth is I could die at anytime and I'd be satisfied
I could make a thousand songs the one thing I don't do is lie
I've been getting stronger and faster it really boosts my pride
I could break up with a hundred women, no I'd never cry
I'm an orchestra, a one man symphony
I'm gone do what I want, don't need yo sympathy
I feel like I'm in a game and y'all just sims to me
In 2023 I buy a range, a GLE
In 2024 I think I'll go and see the dark
And the world's my microphone I don't think it could fall apart
Outta the Dark looking for treasure Lewis and Clark
I could miss the shot but I'm gone always leave a mark
They always texting me, I'm always the talk of the town
They always tryna throw you down, never bring you around
And I ain't a hypocrite, I'll show you what my life's about
Born in Fairfax, raised in Loudoun County, we were broke
I was twelve when I moved to the 540 I call it home
And I'm an only child, sometimes I'd really rather be alone
I was twelve when I got my first iPhone
Back in the day I was rapping on the Samsung Galaxy S3
I was eight the first time I was in the stu, I'm spinning beats
I'm steady aiming for the stars, they ain't ever been out of reach
And I've been doing it so long, I don't think y'all could compete
I've been turning up since age eleven, send a girl to heaven
Lately I've been over stepping, I've been double repping
I was in my Dad's shop selling things for pennies
I was in the second grade, boy, you must've never met me
I was probably thirteen when I made my first song on my own
It's always been me only in this shit I'm on my own
Shoutout Mama cause she made a g, I've never been a clone
And shoutout the YB because they made me feel at home
Went to rapping as a group to fucking bitches one on two
I could overstep and smack you if you reach but that's on you
I ain't ever gone punch first, I've never been a fool
If I could punch for the first time I'd use that shit on you
I was in sixth grade when I got ISA for my first fight
I was in eleventh grade supplying my teacher, you know I got her right
I could go hit up The Chillist, he might be with her tonight
I ain't talking about no chemistry, no this ain't Walter White
I'm a petty person, go and text your bitch and say its urgent
I'ma pull up in a big body like GTA insurgent
Walk in the army, they solute to me cause I'm a sergeant
If I go to jail I know the president is finna pardon
The truth is I could die at anytime and I'd be satisfied
I could make a thousand songs the one thing I don't do is lie
I've been getting stronger and faster it really boosts my pride
I could break up with a hundred women, no I'd never cry
I'm an orchestra, a one man symphony
I'm gone do what I want, don't need yo sympathy
I feel like I'm in a game and y'all just sims to me
In 2023 I buy a range, a GLE
In 2024 I think I'll go and see the dark
And the world's my microphone I don't think it could fall apart
Outta the Dark looking for treasure Lewis and Clark
I could miss the shot but I'm gone always leave a mark
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Myer
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