[Zilla : Intro]

N***as said Zilla not really spitting no more
Zilla listening to trap to much
You suck, you never gon' blow
Man this for Mike Pavs and them n***as
Kendrick and them n***as
For Jodie
Crown Stark I see you, uhhh

[Zilla : Verse 1]

Zilla not Hip-Hop, you kidding I'm submitting victims
Bitch when this shit drop, I'm killing all civilian critics
So don't rate the fucking album just listen to it
All these n***as leaving something cheap, like they tipping Jewish
Lyrically I'm heavenly, melody caught a felony
Had no evidence but the beat was there to tell on me
Lemme stop and get back into this rap
The hood never had geebs I'm bragging to the blacks
Man I'm swaggin' to the max

Hold up, hold up
I said I swaggin' to the max, I'm saggin' that's a fact
Cuz the money in my pockets got me dragging by the slacks
A dragon when I rap, you other n***as kittens
Wanna converse for a verse for a verse, are you kidding
I'm dismissing bullshit that you pitching
Barry Bonds at the plate, in a steroid kitchen
Spongebob the bars, give a minute to let it soak in
It's 'Meek Mill' in this geeb, I know you hear what I'm toking
Mouth full of spit like I'm snacking on a peppermint
Lyrics equal excellence
Raised in Hell but Heaven sent
I thrash hard like a garage filled with thirty bands
You can't tell me shit I walked miles in these dirty vans
[Hook]
Dirty Vans (X10)


[Verse 2]

Stuntin' all day, I'm poppin black tags
Killing the Vans game might take it back to Half Cab
Or the leopard print chukka's, Stussy tee will match that
Low pros when I'm chillin', bitches label me a terror
Till they see me the next week, stuntin in them Eras
Album on iTunes made me pay to put my shit on
Authentics for the club, lazy day grab the slip ons
Got moms on the texts, milf mania, I'm scoring mothers
Song called Dirty Vans, shout out to the Van Doren brothers
I thrash hard like a grade filled with 30 bands
You can't tell me shit I walked miles in these dirty Vans


[Hook]

[Verse 3]
If you rap you from Boro, best be on the fucking watch
Mike Pavs would get this work but I ain't on the clock
Gael McManus kissing toes, in other words he taste defeat
Robs getting annoyed, motherfuckers keep wasting beats
I'm not lying forreal, that's what he told me bro
That's why email full of beats sent from Tokyo
I'm shitting everywhere, forreal I mean every room
Hold your breath Zilla In Japan 2 coming soon
The first one we made quick, kinda basic
Recorded in an hour in the Trash Water basement
I'm getting way off topic, lemme stop it
In the cockpit with a rocket bout to pop it
You can't block it, Peyton Manning in the pocket
Real question when did men begin to gossip?
A bunch of Bridgewater n***as talking slick shit
Cuz they kissing on a bitch that's licking on my diznick
Man this shit is senseless ,I ended most friendships
And locked myself away to find me you need forensics
Told Vaughn one day, we'll cop matching Benzes
Or maybe Audi's, smoking souie out in Maui
With a rich bitch sucking my dick until I'm outtie
Scorching hot in the summer, man I'm giving early tans
Y'all putting me to sleep quicker than thirty xans
Smoking out to my own shit, with them murky strands
Pancakes and Bacon dropped I'm still wearing dirty Vans
[Outro]

Uhhh, tell me I can't sit again, hock a lougie
Pavs step ya shit up
Chrome get ya bars up
Zandrr give it up
Gael McManus fuck you

Tyler Clark I see you
Vaughn tell these n***as
Rob get me out the the booth before somebody get murked

Zilla F


[Can't Blame You]

[Japan/RQ : Verse]

I've just been trying
To set myself in a new direction
I'm not fond of where I been
And it's getting old, to stay this way
Cuz I'm only ever around, when everything's away
And after all these years, I can't blame you
How I always end up, where I do