Luxury Vintage Rap (Explicit) - Nick Grant

Written by：Nick Grant/Rico Wade/Ray Murray

All you rap niggas running in place

Nothing to say you such a disgrace

I don't want it easy baby it's the love of the chase

Life's a wet dream niggas a kill you and come to your wake

My demeanor fly Benny Medina high as Chris Tucker's eyes

When watching Al Greene but the game changed they cross dress

Rim offset I'm a dog marrying me Miss Lady is farfetched

Run simmons leathers the MC never lost

I'm cut from Biggie's Coogi sweater cloth

X marks the spot I pray we never cross

Drug dealer thoughts inspired by Raw Report

Unruly Italian Cut suits I'm such a mulli

Ferrari with the bubble booty never hug a groupie

Francis Ford d**e enough I'm a seduction movie

Quick to bust like when a baby clutch an uzi

I don't believe the devil came as a snake

Why would he come as something you naturally hate

I got fine taste get it

Why wait shooter keep the 30 like a 95 break

Sh*t get ugly as strangé

Diamonds shine on my b**ch call it a blind date

Everything is high stakes

Can't wait to get the rollie with the wide face

I'ma call it Moesha

I ain't doing features ni**a

Triple beam dream these d**e fiends get lit

I never compromise my integrity for a hit

My story rag and rich

But funny how when I got the money I never fell off

Give my ring a kiss

Don sh*t Keyante sip basking in the ambiance

Listen and get insomnia

Her top left me hanging like a top of palm tree slop me up

In and out her like a robbery bruh

High fashion

I'm the newest king of all these rappers

Go head and make a list of who's the wackest

You ran rapid little one hit wonders were average

That hoe called fame sh*t you can have her

Pure ni**a vernacular

Benz backing up ball player swagger

Got to stay in tune I'm looney it's just my character

I go deep in Japanese denim with a freak

English don't speak any

I made it by the skin if my teeth celebration call it off

Not tonight no good words for me

I ain't even got a vice

Rob the game we got paper to blow

Niggas hate who they relate to the most

I don't get it

I'm a star you'll need forever to reach Nick

Grimm Reaper flirting I can feel death in each kiss

John Lennon vintage no cheap sh*t you weak sh*t

Sugar on the kit that's a sweet lick

F**k em all