Get your fists in the air!
Get 'em up!
Get your fists up!
All the way into the back!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Ugh!
This is a new one called Vultures
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What?
You're narcissistic, self-righteous, what is this?
You're even worse than that bullshit you preach against
Well, if that's what you call real, I guess I ain't real
But I know your type, you sell your soul for a fucking record deal
A hungry man eats anything I feed 'em
A rich man buys anything I sell 'em
A scared man believes everything you fucking tell 'em
The vultures circle back, again and again and again
Yeah, I see you, tryna cash out through your taglines
You were built on fake hype and co-signs
Now all of a sudden
Running your mouth in public
But you ain't from it, you ain't got the heart
You don't got the stomach
Motherfucker
A hungry man eats anything you feed 'em
A rich man buys anything you sell 'em
A scared man believes everything you fucking tell 'em
The vultures circle back, again and again and again
Get those fucking fists back up!
Get 'em up!
Hey, hey, hey
There we go!
That's what I'm talking about!
Alright Summer Breeze!
Y'all better show me what you fucking got
Open this motherfucker up
A hungry man eats anything you feed 'em
A rich man buys anything you sell 'em
A scared man believes everything you fucking tell 'em
The vultures circle back, again and again and again
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Again and again and again (Ugh!)
Again and again and again!
What's up, what's up, what's up!