Underground Lyrics

From the underground dropping bangers come and test my style

Run a mile, even all my haters messing with my sound

Been awhile, that's why when they hear me they just crack a smile

Finally Vintage $oul is making waves throughout his large hometown

Look around, dare to use to judge what's fucking different now

I've been putting in the work and your name is still yet to be found

Laughing proud, striving to perform a set at Rolling Loud

Still a lot to do before I prove that I'm a golden child

Live a dream smoking marijuana puffing nicotine

Look at me, I'm drunk as fuck I'm hanging out the limousine

Been care free, cause no has the balls to fucking limit me

Lack of competition I be dissing them too willingly

Im still at peace, despite my past flashing at me vividly

Convincing me that this world has been lacking sympathy

Fuck history, showing this place I was bred a different breed

Don't care if they ain't feeling me, I'm dropping my whole trilogy

Its vintage my mission I'm moving with conviction

In my zone I'm spitting like I'm facing an eviction

My bong been hardly hittin so these feelings got me livid

Fake ones I've been dissin so fuck 'em I hardly miss him

Whatever it's good riddance you should probably mind your business

Care to be a witness watch your homies turn to bitches

That life, I lived it, thats why I'm burning all my bridges

Real ones turned to snitches while I was turning rags to riches

Familiar faces from my past all I do is wish them well

Changed my life no running back homie it ain't hard to tell

They get locked in cells than expect you just to pay there bail

Lie and say they'll clean there act yet they still got coke for sale

Paranoid fucking shallow women just to fill the void

Unemployed lacked initiative and saw his life destroyed

Polaroid flash of memories when he was still a teen

Hasn't changed a lot but had the nerve to fucking talk to me

To be a prophecy, I made the choice to leave my past behind

No apologies cuz I was born to live a better life

Fuck around with me and watch you slowly follow your demise

That's your fault you see you never seem to take your own advice

Let alone mine seem to be stuck in your ways

Saying your fine seem to be stuck with your pain

I guess some people are too hard headed for change

There actions just remind me about the place that I came

From the underground dropping bangers come and test my style

Run a mile, even all my haters messing with my sound

Been awhile, that's why when they hear me they just crack a smile

Finally Vintage $oul is making waves throughout his large hometown

Look around, dare to use to judge what's fucking different now

I've been putting in the work and your name is still yet to be found

Laughing proud, striving to perform a set at Rolling Loud

Still a lot to do before I prove that I'm a golden child

Keeping it Vintage

Forever…