Old Ways Lyrics

They love me cuz I never spread hate

Young kid

Stuck in old ways

But I been making change

Yea switching all my lanes

Making hits

Taking championships to my home-base

Young kid

Stuck in old ways

Sipping German crates girl can I get a taste

Queen piece and she looking for a checkmate

Yea I never sold my soul but I want sold out dates

Can't get these strings unattached

Prada, Louis, Dior bag

She want all of that

I'm a broke boy I can't give you that

Already taking over this my victory lap

Conversations good

But that bitch so bad

Put two and two together this a match

But these days there's bound to be a catch

If I take a break from making music

Man I always relapse with my hand in my bag

While her hand in my

That's some rap cap

On occasion yea I gotta add that

Day 1s

Yea they always had my back

I'm from the suburbs but I got grit from the trap

They love me cuz I never spread hate

Young kid

Stuck in old ways

But I been making change

Yea switching all my lanes

Making hits

Taking championships to my home-base

Young kid

Stuck in old ways

Sipping German crates girl can I get a taste

Queen piece and she looking for a checkmate

Yea I never sold my soul but I want sold out dates

I been approached

To sign a contract

Adding flavour to the track

Take the bland out of that

Yuh

I just need a label yea to pin me on the map

I been putting work I just want the recognition back

Hanging with my dogs I don't play with pussy cats

Table filled with gas

Fire hazards on the track

These days notepad look like a stack of cash

But I gotta hold the heat I need advances on the bag

I need advances on the bag

Travis Scott how I got birds in the trap

Or should I say birds in the straat

I say birds in the straat