Vinnie Johnson

[Intro] [Hook] Lookin' up, clock watching Two seconds left, I'm out of options Take a shot, I gotta take a shot Like it's '91, I think I'm Vinnie Johnson Like it's '91, I think I'm Vinnie Johnson Like it's '91, I think I'm Vinnie Johnson [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] Sixth man, I can play the bench If it's for some bread I'ma rake it in Jumpin' out the gym That ain't never him That ain't never me I don't never win But I gotta get it, clutch shot attempt If it comes down, makin' papers then Front pager then, Christmas made then Give this tape to y'all, fuck who hatin' then Pedro Serrano, Rick Vaughn wild thing Spit the shit that make your moms sing You make my heart sing Like the Indians, I'm coming back With big heart, like a running back Bigger man post up but I give no fucks Gotta get this bread, I don't care who stuffed You can talk that shit, if you want to nigga But Ima promise it'll just get you stuck Clock, I'm down, I'm getting up I gotta make this in and run Shit just looks like 3, 2, 1 and (tick x9) [Interlude and hook] [Verse 2: Michael Christmas] I said I'm deeply talented Heart like a champion Bust this to the studio Favorite rappers ask for him Broken, ain't no masking it But they know we passionate Let me get a check, and get respect, and get the neck I'm on a journey, Johnny quest And Childish, Hodgy with the shits I ride the bench and get the chip And then I win it with no seconds Bad boys, 1990 Nigga try me, ring is shining When I'm rhyming (Yeah go and get it) cause ain't nobody giving you that (knew that) If you see the jumper, gotta shoot that Shots fired at me, grab Bazooka Joe and threw that Hair sticking out the hood Bitches goin': who that? Childish get the money Christmas get the money Timmy gets the money [?] get the money And Vinnie got the money back in 1991 .7 seconds left to get my shit together, bruh I think I'm Vinnie Johnson (x5) Is this art? (x2) Is it? Is this art?