Vintage

Its berserk how my mind works My eye jerks And flawless ideas are born like gods birth I’m not sure maybe god sent But that’s nonsense feels like a sick joke somebody conned ya conscience And that's the process So begin the progress As I walk thru this valley in the shadow of death I realize how cursed I am and how blessed Niggas praying for my downfall But I stand tall Vintage mink flows With a couple residential's This is not the time or place Told her watch the way she talk Before I smack some face Left her on red Cause this a rare occasion The beef's alive tonight Might take a couple jabs and find a bitch who's just right Fall em' off and talk that smoke cause this if for the truth's hype We the new illuminati y'all could never see my vision right And I took over the mic and left them feeling right Biggie biggie bam It’s the bad man Wave ya damn hands In the air Shiggy shiggy Sham Hit em' with the jam Wave ya damn hands In the air Biggie biggie bam It’s the bad man Wave ya damn hands In the air Shiggy shiggy Sham Hit em' wit the jam Wave ya damn hands In the air Money schemes are so off Wolf of Wall Street warned us Now they want a world war Coronas now a virus? Gotta check your mental man Y’all fuckers need some guidance What happened to them other flus They promoted on the evening news? What happened to the truth? It’s all a false lie Bet they’d talk shit under oath And leave it all fine Im mad at you fuckers Y’all mothers never raise you right Left you under covers I’m sorry that the blame is placed for right I have a hard time believing you the illest rhymer Harder than that of the loss of the black mamba Harder than a Mac truck that crashed up and flat lined ya Harder than an avalanche fresh off the Himalayas Grown intellectual with childish tendencies Known to tell you lick testicles if you and him disagree And eat a dick big as tentacles when off of that Hennessy Disrespectful's an understatement when you speaking about me