Aristocratic Anarchy

[Production by Larry Fisherman] [Verse 1: Da$H] 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 [Hook] 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) [Verse 2: Vince Staples] 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 [Hook] Sin and drugs Sin and drugs We got the plug Bitches tryna fuck