[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 n***a
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
N***a 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?