Lyrics:
beaten by 11 year olds now
Keep on using Megatron yeah
And im coming with Optimus Prime
Playing call of duty black ops
Start out with M1911
Look now
me who been feedin' me?
No, I ain't easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain't the same, I miss the old streets
Man, I miss the old
I ain't got time today
Cause I want it all I wanna ball
I wanna shine today
And It's on and popping and if you ain't got it
Then you better find
Same old uh uh
Same old uh look
Go by the name Wale Folarin
A K A Ralph
I'm still over there okay
The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu
time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys
I guess
Man"
I saw him talk to her
But I stayed in my lane
And played my game steady
And was thinking of a day
When I'd be too old to throw a ball this
Don’t ever try to call me Uncle Tom because I wear the hat
Check the stats
You can’t even ball with me lil boy that’s facts
Where you at
Told em pull
I wish
I could
Go back
Go back back
To the old good days
When life was pure
And life was nice hey
When love was true
Life was full of fun ey
Them
chips get low, that's what my old lady for
Can you hear me dog nigga, do you feel me dog
All my niggaz in the game feel the same way
Getting honey
the punches so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise
They try to take me out the game
time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys
I guess
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
rainbow flows they're whatever you like
With a game so cold I be converting dykes
Watch me like episodes soon as I walk by
Man I'm straight pimping hoes by
Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i'm
Run up a cheque
Nigga just run up a cheque
We want the loot not the fame
We gonna ball like Lebron James
Me and the Royal X Gang yeah
Run up a cheque
quite familiar, I was raised by dealers
Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas
In the background of your pictures, ho nigga
Your daddy
stomach and I broke his necklace
Bob and I weave, weave and I bob
And I ain't go stop until I knock down my job
SwishaHouse bitch, get crunk or get ghost
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
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