VAULT

They hate when they see me do better So they hate to see me at all They worried 'bout what's in my drawers When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT (NAH) They hate when they see me do better So they hate to see me at all They worried 'bout what's in my drawers When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT DAMAG3 going off the rails I swear to god y'all not prepared I swear to god I could never fail These Christians be sinning, that's wind to my sails Getting my wins and my sales I get a lil "L" I add a lil "ESSON" Better my essence, better luck next one Who woulda guessed it? (Finally men be coming in 2nd) Watching my body, they cumming in seconds It's really objectifying I protest to protect my peace of mind I pop pieces, my e-girl fit all drippy with a piece of mind See that's a headshot Union actress, imma take her for a test drive Vroom vroom I leave the manners on the bedside I'm the who's-who, bitch DAMAG3 been the best out I'm the only one not sitting Hidden in the Renaissance Just wait until I bring the rest out (motherfuckers better wait) Bitch you can't stop the cancer Old ass beef going rancid I ate up the 808s, H went and aid and abetted it Hate when they see me do better (They hate when they see me do better) So they hate to see me at all They worried 'bout what's in my drawers When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT (NAH) They hate when they see me do better So they hate to see me at all They worried 'bout what's in my drawers When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT Oh you should be worried bout what's in my fangs Yea I got them poisonous Sharpened them well I'mma fuck around and leave you in your Benz headless Shout out to Ichabod Crane Shout out to my trans (But we ain't all siblings) Fuck Buck Angel, you ain't a king I stand by the side of my non-binary beings Stand by the side of my queens still moshing (DAMAG3 gave me that beat) (I pegged it, Wow) Talking my shit I'm loving it Ribcage under my feet Boutta break it Pierce it Like an MK cinematic Call it fatal blow when I'm biting your dick Oh shit Chan talking dirty, but she ace (oh shit) Nah she ain't capping, doing it for real I love it when their eyes pop Looking like zit In my VAULT I got all the skins I peeled (huh) Yeah call me leatherface bitch (They hate when they see me do better) So they hate to see me at all They worried 'bout what's in my drawers When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT "I'm not here to talk about my transition" "I'm here to kick some fucking ass" Just wait 'till I get a lil older Three years 'till the Grammy, I'll show ya I ain't even fucking seen me sober Already got so many on the ropes, tho See I'm half Method Man, and half Ethel Cain I'm like a Mac 11 mixed with the Macarena Aimed straight up at the class traitors Finna puff puff pass, 'till it's all vapors Skywalking when I'm talking like Darth Vader Lack of faith, catch a fade Like a barber in Barbados I got more interest than your car payment So start paying more attention to the offering Before the alternate When we chop off the heads at the altar when We accomplish the decomposition of the conquering Subpoena the Phoenix We really need it Pompei the pompous The greed of the demons I open the VAULT, yeah I open the VAULT, yeah We responsible, yeah For what's not our fault, yeah So we rise above (They hate when they see me do better) (So they hate to see me at all) So we rise above (They worried 'bout what's in my drawers) (When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT) So we rise above (They hate when they see me do better) (So they hate to see me at all) So we rise above (They worried 'bout what's in my drawers) (When y'all should be worried 'bout--) Time to open the VAULT