作词 : Vincent Jacovelli
 作曲 : Vincent Jacovelli

Either the thing is not motivating enough
Or you don't feel comfortable that you can engage
Successfully right at the beginning
Fear of losing control is the greatest human fear
Yeah, been a long time but
I got the torch and now I'm running with it
'Bout to hit 'em all again, with something different
Another day and it's another critic
Can't nobody ever mind their ******* business
Light in your face, you get thunder-stricken
Vin's Mike Tyson with a drug addiction
Wrote so much rhymes got carpal tunnel
But that carpal tunnel became tunnel vision
Like, been killing with the mics I rip
Flow tight, man I got a python grip
Hold on man, I know why y'all pissed
Ain't nobody ever gonna buy your ****
I'm a rap addict with a bad habit
I'm a young prophet with his pants sagging
Gon' pound on 'em, no hash-tagging
Gone stick 'em all but no black magic
Like, came back in a force to grind
No touchdown when I cross the line
Now they bitter when they find a white boy that rhymes
Of course I'm gonna find a way to get 'em mortified
Y'all coming in the game with two left feet
Get 'em in a battle, man you dead meat
Spit that **** and abuse that beat
Y'all bit my ****, get a new technique
I'm best of the best, that's definite - bet
Y'all try to get there with a desperate attempt
I rage all day, y'all laugh with the mess
Don't take no breaks, no second to rest
Everybody give me dumb advice
Ain't no question I've done it right
I'm 23 and just left the last 9-5 I'll work in my ******* life
So let's go
Time to let it go, ******* lose control
Y'all gon' get exposed, ******* with these hoes
Speakers 'bout to blow, ******* up a show
Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro
Time to let it go, ******* lose control
Y'all gon' get exposed, ******* with these hoes
Speakers 'bout to blow, ******* up a show
Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro
Look, got a talent now and it's documented
I'm a psychopath that had a godly vision
Made a name without a pot to piss in
Had to **** on records, only option given
Pacifist, I go to optimism
I'll turn a godly rapper to a modest victim
The grass is thick, the bite bonds to hit 'em
But try to bite the style and I'll block the venom
Like, strike and I'll bite back
Train wrong but I know I'm on the right track
Everybody try to be the same when they spitting
Ain't nobody put they life on the line when they write raps
Huh, you gotta practice it
'Cause I can tell you don't know what the passion is
When I pass away they'll probably pass the hit
And when you pass away they'll put a pass on it
Aw, look
That's why I keep working until I'ma die (yuh)
The fans and the fit, the candle is lit and the smoke in the sky
The money gets cool
The women are thick and the payments alright
But when I do die
You 'bout to remember me based off every lyric I write
This the passion, the evil, attacking the people
They'll body any rapper to an act of a fiend
Got the fowl like a free bird, they back for the sequel
They feed for the track like an addict on me
Oh woah
Look, sick of all the mumble ************* in the game
Can we let them go?
Just know that it's Chvse and Jay
We comin' back one time, 'til they lose control
Let's go
Time to let it go, ******* lose control
Y'all gon' get exposed, ******* with these hoes
Speakers 'bout to blow, ******* up a show
Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro
Time to let it go, ******* lose control
Y'all gon' get exposed, ******* with these hoes
Speakers 'bout to blow, ******* up a show
Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro