VainGlory
Dub A kill 'em all more cake big or small
How the money talking I need more safes thicker walls
Fake it till you make it nigga y'all can't win 'em all
Niggas blowing air my shit is more weight ethanol (haha)
Shit it might be gasoline
Slicker than some Vaseline
So sick niggas heard my shit and needed dramamine
I ain't shooting sticks or clips but I want all the magazines
Shit is just the start I treat the cover like it's adenine
I'm at the scene cutting up I feel like Michael Myers
I'm either rich or not alive if you heard I'm retired
She heard the story of my life now she think I'm a liar
Shit got her scrunching up her face like I was spitting fire (hahahaha)
Stunna been in mad demand but I got madder plans
Thought I was a Martian how a nigga making magic man
Put me on a feature make you never wanna rap again (never)
Thought that he was dope I made him never wanna trap again (he stopped!)
I go hard so I hope you niggas strapping in
This Goyard got 'em wondering what bag I'm in
The flow art got 'em wishing they could match the pen
I'm RuPaul to these niggas so I drag 'em in
Ayo silly brain you ain't got the juice you just got Minute Maid (you ain't got it)
Look at all the heat that all my minutes made
I got all the winning plays
Now the aim is showing out on center stage
Only time for rest is when I'm in the grave
Shorty love the drip yeah she with the wave
Clean like a clipper shave
Thirty niggas and I give 'em love like a tennis game
Street smart book smart I'm the one they feeling mane (ugh)
Love me cuz I'm high IQ plus I give her brain (that's facts)
I'm on instrumentals making a mockery
Sex the only time somebody else is on top of me
How I dominate nobody possibly stopping me
Shout-out to the gang my niggas move with ferocity
I'm moving higher at a crazy velocity
All these other niggas is just shaky commodities
Bars top tier my pencil hate mediocrity
Hear me spit and you might qualify for grades in theology (oh my God)
J is a prodigy time for you to face it with honesty
Not a plant but how I move it's like I majored in botany
Workers listen to my music just to break the monotony
Fake the ego but a lotta rappers faking the modesty like
Honestly treat the game like a comedy
My lyrics pick your brain like they taking neurology
I'm destined for the top like my name in a prophecy
So my talent unnatural like tomatoes and broccoli boy (google that my boy)
How the money talking I need more safes thicker walls
Fake it till you make it nigga y'all can't win 'em all
Niggas blowing air my shit is more weight ethanol (haha)
Shit it might be gasoline
Slicker than some Vaseline
So sick niggas heard my shit and needed dramamine
I ain't shooting sticks or clips but I want all the magazines
Shit is just the start I treat the cover like it's adenine
I'm at the scene cutting up I feel like Michael Myers
I'm either rich or not alive if you heard I'm retired
She heard the story of my life now she think I'm a liar
Shit got her scrunching up her face like I was spitting fire (hahahaha)
Stunna been in mad demand but I got madder plans
Thought I was a Martian how a nigga making magic man
Put me on a feature make you never wanna rap again (never)
Thought that he was dope I made him never wanna trap again (he stopped!)
I go hard so I hope you niggas strapping in
This Goyard got 'em wondering what bag I'm in
The flow art got 'em wishing they could match the pen
I'm RuPaul to these niggas so I drag 'em in
Ayo silly brain you ain't got the juice you just got Minute Maid (you ain't got it)
Look at all the heat that all my minutes made
I got all the winning plays
Now the aim is showing out on center stage
Only time for rest is when I'm in the grave
Shorty love the drip yeah she with the wave
Clean like a clipper shave
Thirty niggas and I give 'em love like a tennis game
Street smart book smart I'm the one they feeling mane (ugh)
Love me cuz I'm high IQ plus I give her brain (that's facts)
I'm on instrumentals making a mockery
Sex the only time somebody else is on top of me
How I dominate nobody possibly stopping me
Shout-out to the gang my niggas move with ferocity
I'm moving higher at a crazy velocity
All these other niggas is just shaky commodities
Bars top tier my pencil hate mediocrity
Hear me spit and you might qualify for grades in theology (oh my God)
J is a prodigy time for you to face it with honesty
Not a plant but how I move it's like I majored in botany
Workers listen to my music just to break the monotony
Fake the ego but a lotta rappers faking the modesty like
Honestly treat the game like a comedy
My lyrics pick your brain like they taking neurology
I'm destined for the top like my name in a prophecy
So my talent unnatural like tomatoes and broccoli boy (google that my boy)
Credits
Writer(s): Ifechukwu Agbasi
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