Aristocratic Anarchy - Da$h, Vince Staples

Rap game Hunter S. Thompson or Jim Morrison prophet

Bitch took a few hits of acid and think my dick is the Lochness

I’m faded off this actavis, got me anything but active, bitch

Burning blunts with your OG big homie while I craft this shit

Petty off the henny, can’t defend me like its '99

Envy tried to end me, none successful, though a couple tried

Mr.Smack-Your-Favorite-Underground-Rapper, bitch cracker

Ex-trapping car scammer, slicker than some ball bearings

Drunk behind the wheel, to the top where I’m steering

Get indicted for tyranny, come barred out to the hearing

Young money hungry drug user, I’m exactly what they fearing

It feel like you made it when hoes start fucking off appearance

Nigga

Sin and drugs

Sin and drugs (getting money)

We got the plug

Bitches tryna fuck

Sin and drugs

Sin and drugs (getting money)

We got the plug (bitches know my name)

We high as fuck (Stolen Youth)

100 for the white tee

7 in the seven so a nigga really 9 deep

I don’t play, I stay from the court

You from the hood but you stayed on the porch

I stay with the torch, the Sig make stadium noise

A round of applause, I clap, send rounds at your jaws

A bounty on y’all, it’s on sight, bound to get off

They stealing the flow, but so, a nigga still in the door

I’m still getting dough regardless, broads in my apartment

Call 'em for the bluff quick, bread long as muskets

Head wrong, I’m dumb sick, sawed off, the pump fit

Haul off your youngest, hearse boys, we murk boys

Turnt up, your lights get turnt off

Sin and drugs

Sin and drugs

We got the plug

Bitches tryna fuck