n-ggas say they like my old sh-t
So I give them some old sh-t
What the f-ck do I care, its old
sh-t I’ll give them some old sh-t
No, I’ll give them some new sh-t
I’ll just use my old flow
Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look
Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look
[Verse 1:]
Wassup,
It’s ‘O11 why that Maybach an ’06
This n-gga boo booed up with my old b-tch
I put paper before hoes, thats why I’m so rich
I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit
Doc check my temperature, why I’m so cold?
The hood left the left side of my chest froze
I’m more about pimpin’ gettin’ bank rolls
Sitting watch em trickin’ on them stank hoes
We can share love like Kanye and Khalifa
From runways in Milan to big bags of reefer
She alright for a night but don’t keep her
Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest Ether
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
My belt buckle YSL, my denim vintage
My AP all iced out, my sh-t authentic
My bread come in by the boat load, thats how I get it
The cops come, say I aint do what you know I did it
I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’
I am just putting the clip in
I aint at the window looking b-tch
I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon
I am 50, I’m putting an end to n-ggas f-cking with me
Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with a iron fist
I am strapped, what y’all n-ggas gon do with this
Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift
One shot from the fifth, n-ggas career shift
[Chorus]
