Old School ft. Teathetruth

I'm not a snitch, but still victim to the rat race

When shit ain't blowin' big enough, it's really hard to have faith

I rock new balance, so I could never fall off

You motherfuckers bark, no bite, you really all talk

Took a break, but now I'm fully back like Mike Allstott

You always gotta cross the line, we should call you false start

They claim they never hear of us, that theory is like fairy dust

Switch up on your people, you are someone that I can barely trust

I'm the whole bottle of Johnny, you're just a beer buzz

Plus your shit is softer than a brand-new pair of Uggs

Me I got my Timbs on, couple shots of Casa guess I've been gone

They say my style Old School like Vince Vaughn