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Feardorian & Quinn L Train Vintage

[Verse 1: FearDorian]
I ain't never rushin' with my shit, bitch, I take time
Pussy niggas always talking shit through the grapevine
Hope you keep that same energy when I catch slime
White, white, white, what direction, bitch, it's crunch time
This bitch said she love me but she f..ckin' lyin'
Make one wrong move around my mans and you f..ckin' dyin'
I ain't tryna see your mama f..ckin' cryin'
He mad his bitch fell in my lap, I wasn't even tryin'
Papers in my face, but I ain't wanna sign it
Posted by the laptop I don't wanna sign in
I get fly as f..ck, I'on need a stylist
I get fly as f..ck, and now I wear designer
You don't know how much it cost me
She said you ain't say hello when you f..ckin' saw mе
I ain't see her call, it's probably 'cause I'm ballin'
You ain't catch up to my mans, that's probably 'cause you walkin'
Niggas noticеd you walked in
These niggas noticed when you walked in
She get mad, I don't listen to her when she talkin'
[Verse 2: quinn]
Not lane switchin'
Couldn't understand 'cause it ain't the same business
I'on work with niggas who don't got the same vision
Rest in peace to all the dumb niggas, they ain't listen
I was in the spot, hella fried like chicken
You was in the crib, down bad, straight sippin'
Shit was never destined to work, I ain't trippin'
Feds put me up by the jugg, I ain't flippin'
Sell a shirt, rappers trippin' out, same day
Bank burnt out, we done ran the same place
Sayin' "Fuck my dead mans", you get did the same way
I done killed the game, we done caught the same case
I'm determined to succeed, this a war, not a race
Even if it was, I'll win first place
Shorty going through it, she a whore out of pace
Told her what it is, she sent back a sad face
All out of gas, sent the plug a mad face
Tryna get a crib, gotta be a vast place
Back to what I said, I ain't seein' last place
You could try and compete but you ain't that great
I be sellin' clothes, I don't need to move weight
You be saving hoes, get them out of bad place
It could be a lot worse, show 'em mad grace
I don't think I've been sober for about the past day
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