Old Self Lyrics

Hey, I can make a bop to this bitch, nigga got his own style, he don't even like fashion

Ain't been with my brothers, I pray they get racks, if we reach for the stars, we can grab em

I guess I'm going back to my old self, they ain't think I still had it

I'm so high, this like a flight, I might land in Dallas

I ball like a maverick, bitch, all of that trolling gone lead to tragedy

Give me that throat, bitch, kicked her right out, now she act like she mad at me

She get freaky sober, damn, let's do this over, yeah, he killing the beat he a soldier

I'm in my prime, I'm Boulder, they call me mister, take that bitch right off your shoulders

I was 18, she was 10 years older, blowed than a bitch, I'm no days sober

This pack got odor, bitch, I popped the cap, ain't remember my dosage

Need you to come hold me, baby, I promise it's you the one keeping me focused

We ain't waste no time, he trying to figure out why he can't rap like me

I'm one of a kind

I hit from the back, she fall in line

Why would I chase pennies, she a dime

Trying to steal my wave, you gon' drown

Ain't patient with them racks, I need them now

And I need your love, cause there ain't too many niggas that I trust

Just trying to warn you about my old self, cause that's who I'm becoming

Don't like that pussy running, made it walk to me

Play that Jodeci, come talk to me

I'm trying to get them blue faces, like I got Chrisean Rock with me

I can make a bop to this bitch, nigga got his own style, he don't even like fashion

And been with my brothers, I pray they get racks

If we reach for the stars, you can grab them

I guess I'm going back to my old self, they ain't think I still had it

I'm so high, this like a flight, I might land in Dallas

I ball like a maverick, bitch