Crash Dummies - Vhs

Well get it ingrained, 'cause we up next, aye

No tolerance your punishment for getting in my niggas' way

Won’t hesitate, I break a breast plate

Broke as my olfactories we go to war to innovate

Know your enemy, do what Sun say

Dreams of cars that ain’t ours, choppin' up a Chevrolet

I’ll jeopardize it all, fuck fame

Nigga topped the world stealing bikes and fucking girls

No one can recognize me, cut my curls

Lookin' like I busted out the morgue, seeing ghosts or my parents' porn

Running from my dreams and getting more, like

What the fuck I’m thinking, just how close am I finna get

Rush some nigga quick, shake his pockets take his cents

And you might think you know me but I’d say we never met

Listen this shit never over it’s whatever pays the rent, woah

All I want is a chain and a whip and some fame

And some business numbers in my cell

All I got is the pain and the itch

And a name no one spits and declining health

All I want is a chain and a whip and some fame

And some business numbers in my cell

All I got is the feeling something bad’s about to happen

To my brothers, my mother and myself

Bitch I am the omnipotent

I’ve been feeling way higher than those supposedly chosen

Holy prophet that comes forth in royal courts of repose and

Will continue the conquest like Nobunaga, the shogun

Conquer in harmonic motion

I am the maximum

Mothafuckas always tryna get at him

Look at 'em, pitiful when I look at the penitents, celibates

I be fuckin' women without sentiment, frivolous

Assassinate the game for the hell of it

Cut the bullshit, you’s a nuisance

Bitch-slap you 'cross the face while the bass hit

Fuck a flow switch, I just say shit

Ragdolling all these rappers by the tow-hitch

With the cameraman, homie I’m a fucking star

Fuck the beat make it bend, yeah Avatar

Might sign a deal just to get on NPR

What the fuck else do I need for my repertoire

I said it’s been a while since a motherfucker picked on me

Now I got TMJ, I’m speaking through my teeth

Said I would die for my brothers that’s the truth I speak

And I’m gon' prove it to my mother I won’t end up in the gutter

I just made a shitty beat and it’s still better than what y’all did

That given thirty minutes Thadd gon' make a work of art with

Renzo hit the notes that these cloud rappers couldn’t audiate

And Franklin rhyming backwards while he masking paths and keyframes

‘Cause we, pessimistic like the opposite of U2

Shots fired through the solo cup, that’s a Bitch Brew

Tryna get my shit together, asking for the Who’s Who

Feelin' in my guts sinking deeper than a trench tube

Nothing really matters I tell myself that in order to

Continue getting by, scraping krill off of the side of this sinking ship

Struggling to pay off the whip

You can’t judge my songs because they all be WIPs

Even after killin' it, uh