Old flow ft. ALTENATE BOB Lyrics

Mixtape not an album

Old flow, never bygone

This the real rap

Y'all about to feel the outcome

Proud of what I came out from

Hidden tears and slam doors

Last time I cried, I had to swear

It was the last ine

Unheard, unseen

What I rap is what I feel

What I visualize, I've seen

Mostly what I believe

Real talk about the street

Good game, you better peep

Let's talk, we getting it

Im bout to bounce in silence

Like I came in unannounced

Heard the sound of violence

Held that naira dollar pound

Money rules the world

But here is one thing I just found

If we go rich and you stay broke

We'll just call you underground

Obsolete niggas, me am matching figures

I'm on some Rick Ross shit

Cause I'm the biggest

Niggas got indicted

They was acting vicious

But we, did it, denied it

When they asked us

We don't act suspicious

This moment auspicious

They're suspicions i'll

Just rate it as hating

My path to greatness, glad

We made it on

Still on the makinh

No debating

Glove, grip on that money

Gary paton

And if you owe, better pay

Or you gon' stand against me

How many times I gotta tell you

I'm a villain

Made of killing

Plus this cash, I'll get it

Cause I'm built for winning

My life ain't for renting

I own everything I have

Man, I'm too real for this rap shit

Too weed for that crack

How will you tell me see no evil

When it's looking right at me

I got my head on the swivel

Make that hustle part of me

I stay true, honestly

And got that money gradually

When I step up popping

And all those ladies running after me

Still im gang, gang

Gangland is still mandatory

Man, I cause a lot of mess

And don't do no apologies

And I acknowledge it

Everything I do is for family

I might keep a heat

Cause I can't let no man dishonor me

Cause I'm really from the trenches

Tin city

Where it is literally

Colder than the west

If you're sleeping

Then the case is different

You might end up dead

Shirts up, I'm hotter than the pistols

I just blew your head

I swear there is a lot of disconnect

But I'm not switching up with them

You can understand

Might change if my bag different now

Still fuck with the trends

But OG flow's what I'm about

I know that my mama praying

That he make it out

So, I keep working out

Started to flow pragmatic

I had to put in work

And now shit works automatic

Most are static

Why they at it

Life's like the atlantinc

Often ifeel

Like I'm drowning

But y'all

Don't seem to see that

Like that nigga got it

Yeah

But we never lagging

Try to bust a move

So I can also

Pull up in a Caddy

Blow a couple bags

Throw a couple parties

While I'm making moves

So got me calculating boabacci

Still I'm mapping out

Tryna see the sky

Take the roof out the house

Now the wind blows

Not just the window

Wish it flights me out

Like when I'm blowing indo but

We out the box

Don't do it vitro

Instrumental got me

Feeling like a fucking negro

Set black beats on fire

Nigga hella weed blow

If you ain't inspired

Told the niggas sit close

Fuck the lack, lost a move

Listen to some real flows

That's fire and the vibe

And we let the bank and beat roll