Vault 22

Mothafucka come out, I'm Standing in yo yard Boy don't want no smoke, so he Volunteered his guard Trust a fucka once, wanna burn Me leave me charred Had to practice patience, get Redemption for these scars Bitch I'm stepping thIS hard F*ck you thought I'm just a Rapper, this shit avant garde Been told you boi i'm more than These bars You wanna lock yaself behind  This the part where I toss u Some game But f*ck it bucko play yo cards I'm a fucking block of TNT Your shit gone & ya cows Gonna come explawr Bro I know you feel the shards You don't wana take another L They gon reach across the board Man I'm fucking bored F*ck it secdef boutta play the Chord Take it to Defcon Three Two Then the mothafucking One My crap weighs a ton, shit I Might make it, but i swear to God i do this shit for fun Slicing suckas stomachs I don't need a fucking gun The way I'm coming gotchu Thinking imma aboutta run Your funds I'm lockin in the drums At you I bite my thumb Man I'm going fucking dumb Boutta rid the earth of you Scum Shining on you bustas sipping On some red rum My fault I thought a Mothafucka said some This my vault now, you Barking ass bitches get none Tell ya owners it was the dead One