Letter To My Fanse, Pt. 2

For the first time I don't even wanna write rhymes Aint the same no more, I feel the stars align Lemme tell you whats been on my mind I just wanna do what I do I don't want second, but I want top two Don't get in my way, I'ma make you move And I ain't bein' kind I'ma blow right through, aye You know I like that I can say what I want like that Whatcha gonna do? You ain't gonna slide through You ain't gotta pair of balls like that Talkin' dirt on my name Started makin' music Laugh in my face Mark my words, I'ma do what I claim You ain't gonna laugh when I'm runnin' this game Yuh Hope you feelin' real stupid All these dreams, they start to feel lucid Had me a plan, and I executed Everything is calculated, computed yuh Don't give a fuck what you think about that You can keep those words, I don't wanna hear that Close your mouth, boy you need a Tic-Tac And I'm honestly thinkin' you should take a step back like One step closer I'ma blow yuh shit back And I ain't holdin' back I'ma step on that gas like I don't think you want it like that And if I were you I would take that shit back like I ain't really feelin' how they want it like me Puttin' on an act like the cast on GLEE and It ain't even pretty that shit lookin' ugly Like a .4 stars on an IMDB Woah, aye Hello everybody, I'm Vanse I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan Love, Yung Vanse And it's just the start Wait 'til I take off, I'ma push that start And I ain't even talkin' 'bout cars I'ma pay Elon once I'm livin' on Mars Ya among the red sand, boy I'm livin' like Gaara Leave you in the past, boy I'm livin' in tomorrow And my skin turn green, yeah I'm lookin' like Gamora And my guts neon 'cause I got that aura I don't even really care If I get that foreign Honestly, I think this life pretty borin' Catch me at a 9-5 and I'm snorin' This is what I wanna do, wake up in the mornin' like Jumpin' 20 feet, now I'm surfin' in the crowd Wanna move people usin' my sound Wanna sell out an arena just to bring that shit down Run the game, run it straight into the ground Tell me who you know bring it back like that Write a letter just to run that shit back And I'm just tryna give you all the facts This is for my fans, this is how I interact They say-They say, "Hey, Vanse, why you doin' all that?" But I don't need Vyvanse just to focus on the stacks I'm just tryna get rich, earn it with my passion And I'm just hopin' y'all can fuckin' understand that AYE Hello everybody, I'm Vanse I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan Love, Yung Vanse And just so y'all know, this addressed to all the haters I really love my fans though (I love you!) And don't get it wrong, I really love all y'all Especially the haters (Fuck you. Nah, I'm playin', I love you) No cap