OTB(Old thing back)

The weed burn slow but the money burn fast
I grind and I hustle just to make this cash
I'm swimming through the money don't u hear it go splash
I'm head 1st bet a 100 g's I don't crash
93 or better in the foreign that's gas
A loud pack in a cigarillo that's gas I'm riding with it bet they won't fine my stash
I put it in the air when my tires hit the slab
I'm a good fella who did rain no umbrella
But won't solicit my funds like a bank teller
Same shit but a different day I watch shit rotate like a propeller
I prayed for a better way was a dope dealer
I put the work on the scale to make dough nigga
I kept the burner on tuck no hoe nigga
You disrespect me I might let it go nigga

They want that old thing back
They want that old they want that old young Strat
Old young Strat
They want that old thing back
Yes they do
They want that old young Strat They want old
They want old thing back
Old young Strat
They want that old young Strat
Yes they do
They old thing back
They want that old
They want that old young Strat
Old young Strat

I use to spit war shit the raw still in me
Four fifth with the clip loaded and extended
Slap in the trunk with my windows all tinted
Crome on my wheels I be shining when I'm spending
I can tell she wanna fuck by the way that she grinning
The chain on neck it be shining on my linen
I anit loosing I'm winning plus I'm high as the ceiling
Get the fuck out your feelings we supposed to make million
Gold in mouth
Gold on my wrist
Everything gold same color as my pist
Why the my opps and the cops wanna pop me like a zit
Cause I'm black and I get it lit like a cigarette
Presidents in my pocket not one counterfeit
All you niggas talking loud none of y'all making sense
Try to dent up my pockets y'all got me bent
Can't Loosen my screws with a wrench

I'm grinding and I'm rhyming
Big ole chain iced out with diamonds
They used to call me tinny
That was way back in 90's
So much hate but no declining
I'm like satain get behind me
Gas me up but you can't prime me
From round the way
Anit hard to find me

They want that old thing back
They want that old they want that old young Strat
Old young Strat
They want that old thing back
Yes they do
They want that old young Strat They want old
They want old thing back
Old young Strat
They want that old young Strat
Yes they do
They old thing back
They want that old
They want that old young Strat
Old young Strat

I m grown now looking back when I was a juvi
Freestyle sessions getting blunted in a Buick
I thought I was pac you can hear it in my music
Couldn't tell m shit I'm smarter than stupid
I put the dick on the track after that I loop it
I'm feeling like the goat but my shit not proven
Can't son me nigga like a teacher do a student
I know the streets and I speak that fluent



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Writer(s): Tedrick Ward
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