True Vulture Bare Death Grips

[Verse 1]
Come and get it
'Fore it gets you lead-headed
Shell ejector
Double barrel shots
Either you're there or you’re not
True vulture, my man
Why you want what I got?
Yo, money, watch that red dot
On your brow, twelve o'clock
Get down to hell drop
A-a-a-as your whole life
Flashes before your eyes
As don’t nobody know why
True vulture, my man

[Chorus]
It's money man, yo money
It's money man
Fuck the dime, I keep the mic in my hand, 'cause
(Fuck) Them no understand
Them no understand
Them no understand
True vulture, my man

[Verse 2]
Gonna bring the subculture, get ran
Through like the hole in your head
Go there and you’re dead
Nothing's fair except fare
Collateral damage (Fuck)
You’re expendable
Fuck that, collect cabbage, 'til it stacks into stupid dough
Use it to exit the sedated masses in cubicles
Take that death by jacked funeral
Full blown and gagged individuals
Am I a savage? Hell yeah, like you didn't know
Future primitive digital
Black Google visual
Runaway the rebels, curtain fall snap back
Pro-line original
Stay some time in official, ohh
Shit, that’s so federal
Missile represent it
Don’t know, don’t ever forget it, ho