Текст песни Vintage - Sean Leon

They be going off online
I′ma pull up in my off time, hit a nigga offline
Y'all gon′ have me doing hard time
Fed the family through the hard times
Now the family all fine, now we all fine
No label but the streets gon' fund me
Guns raised when the fun start raising
The fun raising, the fiends go fund me
They be throwing shade all day
I evade unfazed and remain sun-ray'd
Maui at the point right now
That overlooking my sound is just lowkey hating
Sleeping on me, wake up bitch
And stay up on some Vegas shit
Smoke my weed and play with it
Spent some time, it made me rich
What you know about riding that wave
Till the water turns black and it gets too deep?
What you know about gettin′ no sleep
′Cause you ain't had no time in the last two weeks?
Young nigga

Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Young-
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Ever seen a young nigga?
Young-
Young nigga, young nigga
Ever seen a young nigga?
Ever seen a young nigga?
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Young-

In my sessions chefin′ with the spices
So precise and know it's so decisive
I aspire to live my life like Christ′s
But right now I'm living through a crisis
Lost control and lost my soul to vices
A stream of conscious streaming through devices
Fuck I look like taking your advice bitch
Drop a single, double up my prices
Yeah, the game fucked

Not again not again
Fuck them all they make me sick
I got nostalgic with your bitch
Had her rolling joints and sucking dick