Lyrics Crash Dummies - Vhs

Crash Dummies

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