The Old Me
Had to fight to survive, my city get wicked so bro gotta walk with his nine,
And the whole team down to share that plate we pass like rondo number nine
From the trenches and I'm rocking Rick Owens
She hate when I leave like, boy where were you going
Hop in that foreign, take off, let's go
Why niggas mad? I really don't know
Rockstar Dream
Tryna be with my bitch and rock out all these shows
The Glock got a beam
Tryna pull that card
Brodie knock him out his glow
Im not a killer don't push me
Grew up with killers that be in the field
You niggas ain't really about it
And she love when I'm on her
She love when I hit it
She love when I feel her body
And this shit don't stop
Body hurt from the pills that I popped
Never turn down, that shit we on go
Never, never could I switch on my bro
I been so hurt, I been smoking that dope
Running through town, we breaking your door
This the life, it ain't new to me
Everybody been losing their souls
I been losing my mind, losing my time
Thinking bout times when shit was easy
It been hard to sleep at night
I feel like OMB, Peezy
These hoes, mad, they sleazy
Be with them demons, they creeping
She so turnt, she sipping that cardi
Stay tryna party, had to fight to survive
My city get wicked, so bro gotta walk with his nine
And the whole team down, to share that plate
We pass like Rondo number nine,
From the trenches and I'm rocking Rick Owens
She hate when I leave like, boy where were you going
Hop in that foreign take off, let's go
Why niggas mad, I really don't know
And the whole team down to share that plate we pass like rondo number nine
From the trenches and I'm rocking Rick Owens
She hate when I leave like, boy where were you going
Hop in that foreign, take off, let's go
Why niggas mad? I really don't know
Rockstar Dream
Tryna be with my bitch and rock out all these shows
The Glock got a beam
Tryna pull that card
Brodie knock him out his glow
Im not a killer don't push me
Grew up with killers that be in the field
You niggas ain't really about it
And she love when I'm on her
She love when I hit it
She love when I feel her body
And this shit don't stop
Body hurt from the pills that I popped
Never turn down, that shit we on go
Never, never could I switch on my bro
I been so hurt, I been smoking that dope
Running through town, we breaking your door
This the life, it ain't new to me
Everybody been losing their souls
I been losing my mind, losing my time
Thinking bout times when shit was easy
It been hard to sleep at night
I feel like OMB, Peezy
These hoes, mad, they sleazy
Be with them demons, they creeping
She so turnt, she sipping that cardi
Stay tryna party, had to fight to survive
My city get wicked, so bro gotta walk with his nine
And the whole team down, to share that plate
We pass like Rondo number nine,
From the trenches and I'm rocking Rick Owens
She hate when I leave like, boy where were you going
Hop in that foreign take off, let's go
Why niggas mad, I really don't know
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Writer(s): Sam Saylee
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