Vintage Rap

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[Verse] It's like I've been out here since the Stone Ages My brother Bret been riding life and he's been gone for ages Police question us, no comment on all those pages Caught the burner charge, heard the music, faced it This trap shit, I aced it If the beat was sounding mad then DJ probably made it Honestly we shoulda made it But honestly we ain't far off New whip parked up, new sticks parked off Yo this shit can't stop My kid growing up quick, I can't just be just rapping I'm still looking at these strеams and the math ain't mathing Little cuzzy's just called and said thе mad ting's happened Just gave my little bro a pic of buj without a caption I met Giggs in JA, he said "Just keep on rapping and you can blow" I said "I've seen your story and believe it can happen" I get back on a plane and level up's my aim For me tryna leave the trap's like tryna dodge the rain Tryna dodge the reaper, it don't get no deeper She tryna keep me out the way, lil shawty a keeper Came up in the golden era, this that vintage rap Lost it but got it back, God did that If I wanna feed my kid I gotta feed the streets If these niggas wanna live they better keep the peace I gave bro the forty-four and said "Just keep it greased" Mum saw the CCTV, can't believe it's me If the streets had awards I'd get a Grammy All this food in the pot, I got a big family Came up shooting niggas like PressPlay Danny Your bitch here, I'm doing wet play in her fanny My young shooter need a new burner My old trap spot need a new worker I'ma need to turn this soft into rock Medusa But I won't ever need a new producer Your boy gone stupid every time I'm in here I built this whole thing here from thin air Stress off this life gave a boy thin hair Talk about my block but they never been there When they say I'm the GOAT I know they're being sincere When I'm out in the club just know there's two burners in there Yo I've been going hard like this right here like ooh yeah We'll never stop grinding until we're all there Shawty know I'm working, ain't no time to cheat Take two whole days to break this nine of each Rather have my kid and spend some time on the beach Them boy best hide every time that we meet I'm keeping suttin close, never mind the police Grew up in the trenches, just violence and beef
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