Old Self

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