Worst Fears Confirmed Lyrics & Chords By Vakill

uh, V to the Izza
Chicago, we on the map now
A lot of new faces in the game
Looks like it's about our time
Some of y'all getting ahead of y'all selves
Fronting like y'all kings
I respect what y'all doing but
I air all y'all the fuck out
From the eye(?) of the violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission
With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (whoa)
Clips too extensive, spit too offensive
From the Chi, love don't live here no more, rent too expensive
Push weight in a sentence, tell them not to wait on my sentence
Am I God's personally weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice?
Nice, but I'm hating repentance
Coca-Cola killer; twist your shit, leave a prize under every cap, no blatant resentments
Look, let the drama come, I'm bent on having it
The crowd don't move, whoever intends on grabbing it
Is fighting off full blown AIDS with Flintstone tablets
Whether niggas feel me or not, regardless (bow)
Heartless (bow), spit in front of the hardest (crowd)
If they start booing, I'm sticking fans Artest style
Recognize bitch, the darkest cloud
Motherfuckers, I'm back
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
What else can I si-say?
(V to the Izza)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
What else can I si-say?
(V to the Izza)
More ray shitting(?), I'm an asshole with a built-in sniper lens
Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins
I've been nasty sense birth, fuck a jersey
The hall of fame retired a couple of my shitty diapers then
The truth is my(?) umbilical was chopped from the naval
Darkest Cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable
Never been dropped from my label
I gauged my career to a fat bitch at a buffet and brought a lot to the table
The game's less diverse
So fuck peace until it left my curse
And rookies claiming they the best since BIG's death, that's(?) worst
Bitch please, you have yet to spit some shit that could fuck with a Left Eye verse
I'm sonning, as long as the one in the sky hung
They say the good die young
Mostly over bullshit and women that's high-strung
But them same bitches throwing me the pussy like they (? ...?)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
What else can I si-say?
(V to the Izza)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
What else can I si-say?
(V to the Izza)
I hold it down for my niggas that's spending they last days in the country
And the bitches that's spending them work laced in the brownies
For the niggas that's popped jest(?), I'm raising the bounty
Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me
That's real talk with real chalk on ya'
Resting in a twin glock coma, the flow is glaucoma
Who's seeing me now?
Out emceein' me now
I went in 106 shitting on the audience with AJ & Free in the crowd
And I ain't no fucking mix tape fake thug
You'd get AK slugs in that pussy shaped fake mug
And it's alright to the show the late greats love
But some of y'all riding dicks and don't know it like the date rape drug
Catch me with your little niece on the couch
Kick her out the house, no blouse, Caprise's on slouch(?)
I ain't fuck, I just poked at her throat like a Capri Sun pouch
Point blank: I'm a fucking problem, capiche? I'm out
And there it is
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
What else can I si-say?
(V to the Izza)
Guess who's back in this bitch again, full term
Yup, your worst fears confirmed
You better learn
The crowd don't move, wait your turn
To whom it may concern, I'm
(V to the Izza)