VANCOUVER

[Intro]
Ayo
(Khronos-Khronos)

[Verse 1]
Goin' harder than Baby, I drip tougher than Gunna
I'm unfortunate maybe, and I put that on my mama
Osama Bin-Lotta, a whole lotta bullshit
Yes I stay out of drama, but too much to catch up wit
Como se llama?
Dr. R or Mr. T, RB or JC
I can see you watching me
I got a shit ton of problems
I'm tearing down all these columns
I'm tryna make a few dollars
For me and all my scholars, well
Down on Vancouver I barely get any sleep
You can't open the window without hearing something
In a small ass house, crowded and full of dust
Wasting hours away in one room, full thrust
I am sick of this shit, it's just one big cycle
Thriller shit like Michael, tryna win my survival
Wasn't in the recital, crowd control with the rifle
I don't got no disciples, and I still beat my rivals
Searching for the key to life is harder than I seem to think
I think I got it down but now what's left is just the missing link
I'll pull it all together I'll be one with God and you will see
I'm kidding, when I'm gone I will just be another absentee
I tell my dawgs wait up, and I tell my bitches stay down
It's a bitter winter when the shooters coming way out
Don't live in the ghetto but still get chills a lot
And it's shoutout to the people who really want me to rot
I tell 'em time and time again
I don't care if you're listening
Myself and I are winning it
I killed 'em 'cause they stealin' it
My goonie goons the gooniest
Walk up and shoot ya crew and shit
Loony Toons the looniest, cartoon stick
I'm not buying what you're selling 'cause you're talking bullshit
Come around my road, hit it home, and get your throat slit
Might pull up with the pole and snatch your watch and necklace
You will wanna watch your back 'cause now you're Cuban link-less

[Interlude]
Vancouver Avenue
Vancouver Avenue
Welcome home, baby boy
I hope it's what you're looking for
Vancouver Avenue
Vancouver Avenue
Welcome home, baby girl
Rain hitting red doors
Vancouver Avenue
Vancouver Avenue
Welcome home, family
Come inside and take a seat

[Verse 2]
I want smoke, where's the dope
Do not take me for a joke
Got the killers and the dealers with blades at your throat
Take notes, you can quote
Better not fuckin' bloat
Kill the snitches, free the bitches calling me the goat
Better lock up all your coin, I am coming with the pounds
Take a loud neighborhood and turn it to a ghost town
Trap you in a corner and fill your chest with 10 rounds
Then we book it with your goodies when 12 come around
I'm the next Biggie Smalls, and I shop big and tall
Fuck around and lose a pound and still not running at all
Grip the mic, take a flight, all the way to NY
Have a mediocre show, still get a big prize
No lie, lose an eye, still seeing through you
Might erupt like Diamond Head down in Honolulu
Living good in the city, waking up to cool views
People just fade away, man I thought I knew you
I could lose my whole life and I'll still be killing shit
Real rap on this list, not another Die Lit
My first real record will go straight to diamond
Give you fuckin' goosebumps, man, I need that Heimlich
Waking up, throwing up, lose it all for this cup
Throwing down, getting down, go all in just once
Hauling ass, time to go, vamonos, never home
Neverland, got a plan, no I don't, hitman
Cali native, real abrasive, get the fuck in the truck
Sleeping under ladders, don't believe in bad luck
Murdering a crowd, I don't really give a fuck
Get it done quick, count 1-5, WHO? WHAT!
I got a roof over my head so it ain't all bad
And a family too, so I guess there's that
But down in Vancouver there's a real dark spot
All the way at the end, come around, get shot