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Vinci Village Video (MV)




Performed By: Troy Vincero
Length: 3:33
Written by: Kevin Briscoe Jr




Troy Vincero - Vinci Village Lyrics




Hit the the booth and think I'm running out of oxygen
I run the game, I gotta show em all what time it is
I'm done with playing, I'ma show em how to rhyme again
Cause they been lost and I'm the one who's gonna find em, and I'm

Busting out the gates, it's no mistake I got the upper hand
Can't be a lame, I made a name and then I made a brand
It's CMC and we the groove and Papi T the man
No Colin Kaepernick but Vinci gotta take a stand

Changing the game
I can not leave it the same
Touching the mic and it flame
They gon remember the name
Troy got a lot to reclaim

You better point out and aim
I made a point like I'm Dame
Every shot I'm calling game
They tryna look at my gains
They forget all of the pain
Then try to call me insane

But you know I am a scholar
Gaming, they call me a baller
I don't have a bottom dollar
Rob me and Im'a be Lawler

Flow is so flawless I hit it regardless I don't even know what to call it

But I know your shawty be calling
She coming my way and I'm hauling

She pouring up the Moscato
She wait for me with the follow
I might delete her tomorrow
Cause she tryna marry the bottle

And it's getting scary to swallow
The fact that she going full throttle
She wanna be 'Merica model
But all of her followers borrow

Know I'm never chasing clout is what I'll never do
Cause I don't need the validation what I'm going through
I'm being patient while I'll waiting for the floor to move
Cause it's a flagrant if I hang it in the vocal booth

But it's amazing, I'm mistaken for a joke or two
They think I'm playing when I say what I'm supposed to do
But no delaying in my praise if I misspoke the truth
Cause once I get it in my mind, it's gon be coming through

Dodging the penalties and the amenities
Don't need a friend cause I'm learning my enemies
They steady tryna get rid of me
But they all know I got the remedy

I got the the juice and the sweet sauce
You try to cross me, I rebound
Tennis shoe, you try to sneak out
All the sneak dissing, I speak out

Tired of all the fakes
My homies turned into snakes
Watch em all turnin away
Left me to burn in the grave

But family put out the flames
It's better be lovers than late
They got me back in my place
And brushed all the ashes away

Brushed all the ashes away
And I'm thanking GOD for the grace
Know that it's times when I'm tripping
I gotta get back on my face

But he stood me up in the race
Then looked me dead in the face
Told me I can't be replaced
So I gotta snap on these plays

Ain't no more playing today
Best in the Ville and I'm staking a claim
We are not one in the same
Locked up an aim and then threw it in range

This is my village and you are just visiting
Troy, I'm the answer and you couldn't fit it in I am not fitting in
I am so different I'm kicking the wrist and the flow when I'm spitting it

You try to block me, I'm hitting it
I am the boss and you ignorant
I had to wash all the sentiment
You be the Ross, I'm the Eminem

She Dolly Parton, I'm Willy Smith
I am a Spartan, you civilian
Leaving my mark on the dailyest
You are the slim and the shadiest

Diss me, you dismissed
Hang you for Christmas
Hope that you enlist
My vision is endless
Blueprint I'm printing it
I ran out of digits
Now go wash the dishes
You making me sickening

Acetaminophen
Keep me least three 3 in it
I'ma be streaking it
Peek a boo, peeking it
Who you believing in
Bluetooth the speakers and
Tune in to see the Vin
Cause this is where we begin

Hop in the booth and I'm feeling loose
I gotta do what they said that couldn't do
I gotta do what I know I know that I really do
Kill all the doubt cause I know that's it's killing you

I know my winning is killing you
You could see life as an interview
The answers you giving is pitiful
So I have been sent to get rid of you
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Hit the the booth and think I'm running out of oxygen
I run the game, I gotta show em all what time it is
I'm done with playing, I'ma show em how to rhyme again
Cause they been lost and I'm the one who's gonna find em, and I'm

Busting out the gates, it's no mistake I got the upper hand
Can't be a lame, I made a name and then I made a brand
It's CMC and we the groove and Papi T the man
No Colin Kaepernick but Vinci gotta take a stand

Changing the game
I can not leave it the same
Touching the mic and it flame
They gon remember the name
Troy got a lot to reclaim

You better point out and aim
I made a point like I'm Dame
Every shot I'm calling game
They tryna look at my gains
They forget all of the pain
Then try to call me insane

But you know I am a scholar
Gaming, they call me a baller
I don't have a bottom dollar
Rob me and Im'a be Lawler

Flow is so flawless I hit it regardless I don't even know what to call it

But I know your shawty be calling
She coming my way and I'm hauling

She pouring up the Moscato
She wait for me with the follow
I might delete her tomorrow
Cause she tryna marry the bottle

And it's getting scary to swallow
The fact that she going full throttle
She wanna be 'Merica model
But all of her followers borrow

Know I'm never chasing clout is what I'll never do
Cause I don't need the validation what I'm going through
I'm being patient while I'll waiting for the floor to move
Cause it's a flagrant if I hang it in the vocal booth

But it's amazing, I'm mistaken for a joke or two
They think I'm playing when I say what I'm supposed to do
But no delaying in my praise if I misspoke the truth
Cause once I get it in my mind, it's gon be coming through

Dodging the penalties and the amenities
Don't need a friend cause I'm learning my enemies
They steady tryna get rid of me
But they all know I got the remedy

I got the the juice and the sweet sauce
You try to cross me, I rebound
Tennis shoe, you try to sneak out
All the sneak dissing, I speak out

Tired of all the fakes
My homies turned into snakes
Watch em all turnin away
Left me to burn in the grave

But family put out the flames
It's better be lovers than late
They got me back in my place
And brushed all the ashes away

Brushed all the ashes away
And I'm thanking GOD for the grace
Know that it's times when I'm tripping
I gotta get back on my face

But he stood me up in the race
Then looked me dead in the face
Told me I can't be replaced
So I gotta snap on these plays

Ain't no more playing today
Best in the Ville and I'm staking a claim
We are not one in the same
Locked up an aim and then threw it in range

This is my village and you are just visiting
Troy, I'm the answer and you couldn't fit it in I am not fitting in
I am so different I'm kicking the wrist and the flow when I'm spitting it

You try to block me, I'm hitting it
I am the boss and you ignorant
I had to wash all the sentiment
You be the Ross, I'm the Eminem

She Dolly Parton, I'm Willy Smith
I am a Spartan, you civilian
Leaving my mark on the dailyest
You are the slim and the shadiest

Diss me, you dismissed
Hang you for Christmas
Hope that you enlist
My vision is endless
Blueprint I'm printing it
I ran out of digits
Now go wash the dishes
You making me sickening

Acetaminophen
Keep me least three 3 in it
I'ma be streaking it
Peek a boo, peeking it
Who you believing in
Bluetooth the speakers and
Tune in to see the Vin
Cause this is where we begin

Hop in the booth and I'm feeling loose
I gotta do what they said that couldn't do
I gotta do what I know I know that I really do
Kill all the doubt cause I know that's it's killing you

I know my winning is killing you
You could see life as an interview
The answers you giving is pitiful
So I have been sent to get rid of you
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Writer: Kevin Briscoe Jr
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