OD (Old Dep)

Fort Worth, Texas 817 all that

They gon' make me turn back to the old me
Old Dep apply that pressure talking OD
Every dog has his day, I feel like Tony
I'm tryna' have, make em' run it like they owe me

Moved from the north to the westside
Shout out Como, shout out the trails you know the left side
Momma couldn't cop me the forces now my checks right
Nike clothes from overseas living my best life
They look at the gear say man you ill working a stick shift
The rulers back, but I'm out the 3rd who talking this slick
Radio freestyles I heart look how I rip shit
First from the city read the report I went ballistic
They ain't lit as me, just came back from Italy
10 hour flight, i'm in a different zone mentally
Local niggas in they feelings they can't mimic me
It's gon be a long year, we bringing that energy

They gon' make me turn back to the old me
Old Dep apply that pressure talking OD
Every dog has his day, I feel like Tony
I'm tryna' have, make em' run it like they owe me

How they sleep at night like they not doomed
Too late for the bandwagon I ain't got room
Niggas is fugazi they wearing costume
It's looking too crazy we making the block move

No happenstance they not getting of rid of me
I got a masterplan
Don't care if we gel, I'm serious black, i'm not who ya' could ban
Boy i'm the future feel like I'm Luka, ain't no one trading him
Me and big Adrian ringing off in a stadium
Mavs house twenty thousand, give em a moment of silence
Tell Seehendo I'm a keep wylin' we gotta run up the milage
Bet all yo money on dimes to dollars
Tryna' compete don't bother
We not the ones to test or act with like Steve Rogers
Pulling they card coming out hard, who really ballin' G?
Texas boy but you know how much I learned from Ball & G
Woudi what's happening, faucet water you know we tapped in
Ask Don I wouldn't be rapping this was on Lackland

They gon' make me turn back to the old me
Old Dep apply that pressure talking OD
Every dog has his day, I feel like Tony
I'm tryna' have, make em' run it like they owe me

How they sleep at night like they not doomed
Too late for the bandwagon I ain't got room
Niggas is fugazi they wearing costume
It's looking too crazy we making the block move

I think by now y'all know what type time i'm on
Don't come outside then
Lackland
Whoa whoa whoa



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Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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