Vintage

[Intro] Word up, right I, I just be on some chill shit, man I ain't even, can't be (?) shit, man Just, just livin' life, yaknahmean [Verse] Peep the graphics, it's hand crafted Jammin' the classics, this rap shit keep fans attracted The black Ben Affleck Fuck shades and fancy jackets Just, jeans and J's, the hat be backwards Came from, clappin' ratchets to rappin' immaculate I happen to have it The mannerisms, passion, the magic My fabric, authentic, more eccentric Raw, vintage, (?) shit, been deep since my entrance Indented sentence, poetry erupts With no incentive, show degrees of lust Flow relentless, overseas a must to manifest my presence The last of the legends Signs of seven, my mind define heaven My rhymes'll blind bredren, my shine times eleven Crime spreadin', the poor they want more Or they want war, you snore they hunt yours Blunts tore, tobacco's tossed of course The boss once more, no back and forth for shorts I'm lost, big boys want them big toys Want that big money, why wouldn't we live comfy Ha, yeah, jewels is all chunky Ha, I'm a hip-hop junkie Niggas can't take it from me, can't give it It's just how I live it, fuck outta here... [Outro: scratches] "Now it's about time to show you how it feels" "Got my mind on this paper, paper chase" "My name, my name is..", "AZ.." "Like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya" "Now it's about time to show you how it feels" "Got my mind on this paper, paper chase" "My name, name is..", "AZ.." "Just a ghetto child tryna learn the traps of the streets" "But look at me now..."