Текст песни
Shake it real Èszk on the beat
This is that vintage shit
I don't want a new age I want a vintage chick
Vintage style
Something that worth my wild
Birth my child
Someone who will hurt the smile
I need it
This is that vintage shit
I don't want a new age I want a vintage chick
Vintage style
Something that worth my wild
Birth my child
Someone who will hurt the smile
I need it
Ohh
Guess who's back
The young nigga ask go, bop the fuck up a track
Wait, when I was young I had to stay in my place
Now I'm bombing on these beats and people like what I say
Bitches like the way I ball, I shoot the three then I say
Bitch niggas they gon' hate, but me I'm okay
I feel good in my hood, I do this shit every day
The money coming either way, I'ma get me a safe
Knock out the park, catch me moving with sharks
In a place where it's dark, nigga shut up don't talk
Really, they getting silly, Southwest where it's gully
They will rap you like a mummy, trying to take all my money
I was going down, people wanna hear me now
Take a look around, nigga we the best in town
She trying to run me down, remember I was going down
I didn't have much, I had to buy my own lunch
We switched the style up, now people trying to style us
Ask go, do you got a girl? Yeah, I buy her diamond rings
Fuck me till she rock my world, beat the pussy I'll be good
I'll be sure to take my time to make her, girl she done T1
Play my song like one more time, I bet you I be spitting lines
I had his rhymes, that's every time, told you niggas down the line
My music good, I hope you could, talk with me and smoke this good
Come with me, I think you should, and if you do, you know you good
This is that vintage shit, I don't want a new age
I want a vintage chick, vintage style
Something that's worth my while, birth my child
Someone who I'll hurt to smile, I need it
This is that vintage shit, I don't want a new age
I want a vintage chick, vintage style
Something that's worth my while, birth my child
Someone who I'll hurt to smile, I need it
Damn, slow down baby, I know my flow kinda crazy
Like I came from the 80s, but the 90s where they made me
I'm just all that baby, it's crazy
I told God, he the reason I'm praying
You the one that's gon' save me from these niggas that shady
Threw my clipper by my spray, I'm leaving him soaked like a baby
Cause lately, I be zoned, then it's true, I be gone
For the day I put on, I bet you hear all my songs
It's real, in the hood with niggas killing for pills
Killing all these little children, put my fam in the hills
I need it, they killed, dom, man that shit had me grieving
Sneezing, I was crying cause that shit hit the fan
Man, we used to run around the hood, we was fam
Damn, they really crazy, shot em right where he stand
Had to grow to be a man, and had the help of my fam
Damn, it's really real when you living in hell
If you never lived here, how the fuck could you tell
You be touring in my city, you be watching the bell
Had to turn a new page in the book of my life
See the shit that I was doing, I wasn't living so nice
Had a crib full of roaches, and a bed filled with mice
Had to say to myself, nigga the streets wasn't right
Wasn't for me, I fall back and roll up the tree
I do it for me, and one day I hope you will see
One day you will
