vintage.

[Intro]
You are now listening to (Hurry, hurry)

[Chorus]
Cold game, fetching niggas soul, my nigga
It's a cold case, body on the floor, my nigga
That they go win, probably hang in to the low, my nigga
It's the beeper man calling on your phone, my nigga
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way

[Verse]
It's that loner, soldier, sittin' after
Pushed that fuckin' beat off the ammonia
Who got the rap of death like I'm on ya
Let me warn you on the mic up to your T-dope
'Cause every time I round it's guarantee to all the egos
Enough to find the score, got the walk in my wallet
Kirk's in the beat, say he need that walk of violence
It's no biggie like him while it's jev
Then they'll roll your highness and deduce it
The one who made your favorite rapper lose it
Rapping sets of music, top the show and prove it
Keep them niggas slow like we was choppin' and screwin'
Applause for the low, no wonder nigga made it out
Made it in the child crowd, full amount on the I-5
Made supposed to be a nigga, used to work with DM
Now they kids, looking up like I wouldn't wanna be him
Jev. in the VM, riding in the city of sinners
And non-believers, I'm looking for competition

[Chorus]
Cold game, fetching niggas soul, my nigga
It's a cold case, body on the floor, my nigga
That they go win, probably hang in to the low, my nigga
It's the beeper man calling on your phone, my nigga
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)
Vintage motherfucker on the way (On the way)