Lyrics:
show next, I'm in the crow's nest
I gotta pro flex, my father know best, my Prada glow best
My shotta fo' best from out the old west, I'm thinkin' that
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
the old to the new.
[2nd man]
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.
[1st man]
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work
!)
Old... Old... Old Thang Back
O... OTB
By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical
Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful
Snap rapping wasn't De
When my album drops stream 1 billion
My wisdom don't stop to count a million by the dozens
Now it is what it is as it was back then
Still gotta git up
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
i just sit back quietly
Smoke on my bricklayer joint
Now that's a lesson
For all of you adolescents
If the matter no concern you
Then you don't be
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
that ever fuckedwith rap music
Cause this album right here is on some old cool shit
If you don't believe me
Just give me three and a half
Cousin's fam stayed with us
Gifted me first album ever played (Huh)
Eminem Show clean version (Ahh)
Still intrigued by all his verses (Ooh)
Little did I know
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
show rust
Bitches in the studio
Rapping next to crow guts
Mama never knew her son
Had to grow up
Last time i seen you back in school
Damn you had a glow
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
so many lies I let you told me, huh
So many times you met the old me, huh
I go through life off medicine slowly
It ain't no two guys
That's better than
a while? cre we staying for good?
Possessed by the Devil, impress all the others
Earning their love through my fire, it smothers
Step back from old habits,
the blindfold
whose the enemy? This rival per se? its Satan
I've been waiting like I took his order then baked it
Made him an album - how come it's not just
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
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