Over

This your boy Vintage
Ye ye
Lets get it
look
Impurity of the soul
Nudge me close to obscurity
What could of been Is gone
We're all prone to insecurities
Limbs of tyranny
Kick in doors with forced entry
The sword of envy be the stick
That try to end me
The face of the enemy
It use to look friendly
He the man whom the oracle mentioned
At war with a pistol
A couple cadets
At your door let you know it official
Hands on the crystal ball
Future grabed at tip off
You 30 years plus
Still tryin to get a zip off
That's an insider
I think your click talking
It's a throwaway
Grab your ticket and go away
If it don't go your way
You wanna throw a fit
I don't have to deal with this shit
No more cause bitch I'm rich
I don't have to deal with shit
No more cause bitch I'm rich
It's a throwaway
Grab your ticket and go away
If it don't go your way
You wanna throw a fit
I don't have to deal with this shit
No more cause bitch I'm rich
I don't have to deal with shit
No more cause bitch I'm rich