Old Me
Why ya gotta act like ya know me
Had to kill a friend like Kenobi
Then I came home with a gold piece
If ya wants some beef then it's Kobe
The old me woulda chat some shit about the police
The old me woulda fucked her off for a good piece
The old me wouldn't ever listen to the OGS
The old me woulda took codeine to OD
The only rapper with no homies so lonely
God of trickery I keep it low key when I coming home
Cuz when I'm coming home I keep it shalom
Had to change my tone, had to change my phone, had to
Never talk back, they say talk smack
Now I talk smack, how about that
People change, nah I doubt that
I was always a nerd. Now I rep that
How ya gonna be on top when ya shop at Topman
How ya gonna rock with this rock and roll man
I'm talking to myself like I'm walking with mirrors
I'm re-growing myself like I'm rolling with lizards. Ayee
I don't really fuck with the old me
Why ya gotta act like ya know me
I don't really fuck with the old me
Why ya gotta, why ya gotta gotta
You don't understand like a man on his period
I'm furious, your delirious, I'm seriously an idiot
I'd kill myself cuz I'm curious cuz I'm hideous
Not in videos, it's cuz my brain lacking material
Like I'm Mirio I'm gonna save fuckin a million
Rise up, be the light cuz I'm helium
Man I'm feelin numb, I might have to dip
Man I'm feelin numb but that's the pressure that I'm dealing with
I don't really fuck around with no one
I fucked around, I fucked around with real ones
I fucked around, I fucked around her twice
I fucked around, I fucked around fucking payed the price
I fucked around. I fuck around with this
I fucked around the beat but I give fuck about my shit
I fucked around enough. Startin to look rough
I've lost to much to ever give a fuck about my tongue
Lazy motherfucker. I've been playin games since five
I've regretted my life all the time
I don't know how to live, just to rhyme
My own mind defiled, my old man alive
Ya can't make a man bury his own son
Ya can't make a life out of just holdin up
Ya can't make a man bury his own son
But ya can pay a man where to point his gun
Had to kill a friend like Kenobi
Then I came home with a gold piece
If ya wants some beef then it's Kobe
The old me woulda chat some shit about the police
The old me woulda fucked her off for a good piece
The old me wouldn't ever listen to the OGS
The old me woulda took codeine to OD
The only rapper with no homies so lonely
God of trickery I keep it low key when I coming home
Cuz when I'm coming home I keep it shalom
Had to change my tone, had to change my phone, had to
Never talk back, they say talk smack
Now I talk smack, how about that
People change, nah I doubt that
I was always a nerd. Now I rep that
How ya gonna be on top when ya shop at Topman
How ya gonna rock with this rock and roll man
I'm talking to myself like I'm walking with mirrors
I'm re-growing myself like I'm rolling with lizards. Ayee
I don't really fuck with the old me
Why ya gotta act like ya know me
I don't really fuck with the old me
Why ya gotta, why ya gotta gotta
You don't understand like a man on his period
I'm furious, your delirious, I'm seriously an idiot
I'd kill myself cuz I'm curious cuz I'm hideous
Not in videos, it's cuz my brain lacking material
Like I'm Mirio I'm gonna save fuckin a million
Rise up, be the light cuz I'm helium
Man I'm feelin numb, I might have to dip
Man I'm feelin numb but that's the pressure that I'm dealing with
I don't really fuck around with no one
I fucked around, I fucked around with real ones
I fucked around, I fucked around her twice
I fucked around, I fucked around fucking payed the price
I fucked around. I fuck around with this
I fucked around the beat but I give fuck about my shit
I fucked around enough. Startin to look rough
I've lost to much to ever give a fuck about my tongue
Lazy motherfucker. I've been playin games since five
I've regretted my life all the time
I don't know how to live, just to rhyme
My own mind defiled, my old man alive
Ya can't make a man bury his own son
Ya can't make a life out of just holdin up
Ya can't make a man bury his own son
But ya can pay a man where to point his gun
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Writer(s): Kiki Roberts
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