T.Y the Truth & Ayce - Vintage Lyrics

Its berserk how my mind works
My eye jerks
And flawless ideas are born like gods birth
I'm not sure maybe god sent
But that's nonsense feels like a sick joke somebody conned ya conscience
And that's the process
So begin the progress
As I walk thru this valley in the shadow of death
I realize how cursed I am and how blessed
Niggas praying for my downfall
But I stand tall
Vintage mink flows
With a couple residential's
This is not the time or place
Told her watch the way she talk
Before I smack some face
Left her on red
Cause this a rare occasion
The beef's alive tonight
Might take a couple jabs and find a bitch who's just right
Fall em' off and talk that smoke cause this if for the truth's hype
We the new illuminati y'all could never see my vision right
And I took over the mic and left them feeling right
Biggie biggie bam
It's the bad man
Wave ya damn hands
In the air
Shiggy shiggy Sham
Hit em' with the jam
Wave ya damn hands
In the air
Biggie biggie bam
It's the bad man
Wave ya damn hands
In the air
Shiggy shiggy Sham
Hit em' wit the jam
Wave ya damn hands
In the air
Money schemes are so off
Wolf of Wall Street warned us
Now they want a world war
Coronas now a virus?
Gotta check your mental man
Y'all f*ckers need some guidance
What happened to them other flus
They promoted on the evening news?
What happened to the truth?
It's all a false lie
Bet they'd talk shit under oath
And leave it all fine
Im mad at you f*ckers
Y'all mothers never raise you right
Left you under covers
I'm sorry that the blame is placed for right
I have a hard time believing you the illest rhymer
Harder than that of the loss of the black mamba
Harder than a Mac truck that crashed up and flat lined ya
Harder than an avalanche fresh off the Himalayas
Grown intellectual with childish tendencies
Known to tell you lick testicles if you and him disagree
And eat a dick big as tentacles when off of that Hennessy
Disrespectful's an understatement when you speaking about me