Old Soul Lyrics

Trying to sound different from what the norm is

Bringing it back with a style yall study like a quiz

As I write this rhyme I wonder what I'll gane

As I step into the realm m, and try to find my lane

What happened to the styles that you had to perfect

What happened to the beats that you had to respect

Now it's all about how much pussy you can get

Motherfuckers don't eat it, can't even get it wet

From the tribe to the clan, you know I got that old soul

Fuck all that lil whatever, that was far from the goal

Making sure that my flow seemed way too seamless

Taking shit to literal, they called me an extremist

I feel it in my chest every time that I'm depressed

If it wasn't for the weed there'd be a bullet in my chest,

I think I've gotten better at my mental state

I need to step it up, don't wanna make the same mistake

Don't follow in the steps of the minds of the lost

Been there too many times I know what it cost

I just want to show that I can do what you can do

If I'm being honest, probably just a little better than you

I've been on this shit more nights than I've been alive

Staying up all night just to write a rhyme

I don't wear red or blue or set claim a hood

The game is lacking some skill, it looks more like Hollywood

Fake fucks everywhere I look, I can't get the off my screen, it's like they shook

Young buck with flow so cold it leaves footprints

Waiting on the perfect opportunity to drop hits

To bang something in ya ear for the new year

Everything is changing, the time is finally here

My brain is going off, it's time to wreak havoc

All y'all are goose and I'm the only maverick

Now you recognize, what I have to prove

Pushing my way through the crowd just to make a move

If it wasn't for the stress, I wouldn't have the time

To push myself to the limit every time that I rhyme

Fuck a fake ass photo copy of these new emcees

Putting out your shit online for free you fuckin wannabes

Get it right when you listening to the voice

The kids all grown up now, and he didn't have a choice

Don't worry if you didn't hear me, I get louder when I speak

Im only 22 and I still aint hit my peek

Shattering the dreams of the "back in my day" fools

Who can't accept the fact that I didn't use pro tools

But you're witnessing the birth of an era

I suggest you wipe your face I can see your mascara

And for anyone who wanna doubt me go ahead

I think you got the picture, so that's enough said