Old Me Lyrics

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