Impeach Vegas, Pt. 1

Santa Claus ain't coming to town, we don't got a fucking chimney.
Got high instead, blew the whole fucking stimmy.
Gas and boarding passes to islands.
Put it on the gram, niggaz was wildin.
I'm from the era of no smiling.
Middle finger at your camera,
Used to be Peace signs, but damnbruh
Why you spitting so serious
Nah, my food for thought make a fat boy delirious.
Call me Vegas, never ending like Atreyu
Who Tried to play the game but the game tried to play us
Calm under pressure, apply pressure to peons
5 heartbeats but my blood cooler than Leon
Little characters, speak in all caps.
Groupies on my dick, follow on all apps
My catalog, pull up it's all Smack
Hold it down though, and keep your battle raps

*Hook*

Call me Vegas, so glad to finally meet Ya
Another project with Kil and no features
No blood offering, illuminati
No Gun talk, drug sales, odes to John Gotti
Excuse me, I'm just a educated lad
Just like you, grew up with no Dad
Grew up mad, sometimes we had till we didn't
We A-alike, but my hustle is mad different
Like Horsepower, Bad Boy... like a Piston
Since 1994 I'm the Chef in the Kitchen
Catch what I'm pitching, hunid mile fastball
Who the hell is he, exactly what you asked for
I put bars on you eulogy, if you was me
You wouldn't need steps on who to be.
Vegas for President, Hip-Hop approve me.
Brooklyn Bred, call sign...brutally.