Old School
Get you chopped like vocals we don't do threats
Known for two steps in bootleg
We too fresh like new creps
Seen death and rocks like Opal
Gonna make it out I'm hopeful
So I'm making sounds I won't chill
Till our bank accounts are so full
Old school chasing paper
Roll filled blazing flavours
Probably think it's from Jamaica
Done drills when yous in blazers
Spun pills to get paid up straight up
So real and we never changed up
Told her listen to the beat
Now she stripping for the g
Way she look could be flipping in the street
Got me tripping when I speak
She said I'm drippy to my feet
Wants the villain got me feeling like a king
All these fiddies I'm still chilling outta town
It was Lizzy now we busy till we see Charles
Think it's pretty in my city you ain't been round
We got sticks if you ain't with me better bounce
We got stones but we can't go to the pound
Cause we might never make it out
Looks like iMech flipped it
I been rhyming for a minute
Can't lie you push the limit
Get me writing till it's finished
All the clubs will know our lyrics
We're thugs but still got spirit
Why she liking when we spin and
Wants to pipe to my unwrittens
Looks like iMech flipped it
I been rhyming for a minute
Can't lie you push the limit
Get me writing till it's finished
All the clubs will know our lyrics
We're thugs but still got spirit
Why she liking when we spin and
Wants to pipe to my unwrittens
Known for two steps in bootleg
We too fresh like new creps
Seen death and rocks like Opal
Gonna make it out I'm hopeful
So I'm making sounds I won't chill
Till our bank accounts are so full
Old school chasing paper
Roll filled blazing flavours
Probably think it's from Jamaica
Done drills when yous in blazers
Spun pills to get paid up straight up
So real and we never changed up
Told her listen to the beat
Now she stripping for the g
Way she look could be flipping in the street
Got me tripping when I speak
She said I'm drippy to my feet
Wants the villain got me feeling like a king
All these fiddies I'm still chilling outta town
It was Lizzy now we busy till we see Charles
Think it's pretty in my city you ain't been round
We got sticks if you ain't with me better bounce
We got stones but we can't go to the pound
Cause we might never make it out
Looks like iMech flipped it
I been rhyming for a minute
Can't lie you push the limit
Get me writing till it's finished
All the clubs will know our lyrics
We're thugs but still got spirit
Why she liking when we spin and
Wants to pipe to my unwrittens
Looks like iMech flipped it
I been rhyming for a minute
Can't lie you push the limit
Get me writing till it's finished
All the clubs will know our lyrics
We're thugs but still got spirit
Why she liking when we spin and
Wants to pipe to my unwrittens
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