Look
I always spit it because my rhymes come out a quick-witted, hear these other locals and tell them to quit with it
Been born a vintage like if it was stitched on my shirt, got you scared cause I got my words leading the herd with slurs
Get out with yo' purse, no need for a violent verse, you came walking in and I make that sh** a reverse
Rehearse my anthem because it's stuck like a motto, I come off with a hit like jackpot off the lotto
Never hard to spot cause I shine in the light, this is my first song but I been past tight
The V is capitalized cause that is the sh** that I f** with, everlasting rapper but that sh** wasn't a myth
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Everybody knows I don't f** with no snitches, tell cops I lyrically k** but don't tell them i'm Matt Vintage
Been thinking what you got, this took me thirty minutes, can't stop my adrenaline and I swear I'm addicted
My past-tense of time and I always been called a midget, talk that sh** and front and no doubt I will fix it
Always had rhymes flow and words that were synced, had this flow since the first time I lit it and hitted it
Everyone come up asking on how you even doing this, simply I reply that it's easy cause I'm used to it
It won't take a couple years for sh** to mention, have seen this through as if I was in the 5th demention
Get it through your head like complex references, worst nightmare since your last um, f**ing nemesis
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