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-dopе

'Cause every timе 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)