Old Me

Ay Tell me you with me
Run that shit like this right here

I can't go back to the old me that man yea he dead now
you ain't seen me recently don't bro me that shit played out
Mama told me boy stay out them streets and keep ya head down
I can't trust a soul I trust my Glock that bitch got 30 rounds
No killer but don't push me if I'm close to the edge
My worst fear they gone book if the homies turn feds
The hoes gone tell it to and then come lay off in yo bed
They watching how I move but they can't see that they misled

I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul
My partna's in the dm's of my bitch like every post
And The ones you trust the most they gotta a knife to slit yo throat
I'm like damn it hurt my soul but I let karma play its role
And life gone take its toll so I'm like okay play along
I ain't stressing bout no bitch it's safe to say I take my pick
She like kinky shit she love this dick like Jake let's make a flick
I'm like okay bae no problems boy she love it when I lick
It make ripples when I hit it from the back seductive shit
Keep away from all attachments like to keep my feelings hid
I'm bout business God my witness that I'm really with this shit
Make it happen in such fashion make it look so effortless

I can't go back to the old me that man yea he dead now
you ain't seen me recently don't bro me that shit played out
Mama told me boy stay out them streets and keep ya head down
I can't trust a soul I trust my Glock that bitch got 30 rounds
No killer but don't push me if I'm close to the edge
My worst fear they gone book if the homies turn feds
The hoes gone tell it to and then come lay off in yo bed
They watching how I move but they can't see that they misled

Why you acting different how you real but you been changing up
This money got yo ego tweaking how you gone forget bout us
Savior of yo people yet you watch us starve but claiming us
False claiming some shit will get yo wig split
That shit dangerous
What city behind you who you put on that shit blasphemous
Lying to your self that's what the old me laughing at
I got soldiers on the block they making plays finessing racks
They my brodies I'm forever riding always got they back
JK in the pin but when he free he knowww he getting that bag
Real gone recognize real all my real ones second that
Gottem guessing bout my whereabouts I like to keep 'em guessing
If you with me ain't no stressing it's just a whole lotta flexing
Ayyy

I can't go back to the old me that man yea he dead now
you ain't seen me recently don't bro me that shit played out
Mama told me boy stay out them streets and keep ya head down
I can't trust a soul I trust my Glock that bitch got 30 rounds
No killer but don't push me if I'm close to the edge
My worst fear they gone book if the homies turn feds
The hoes gone tell it to and then come lay off in yo bed
They watching how I move but they can't see they misled

I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul, I can't trust a soul I can't trust a soul
I canttttttt