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Watch the Patek
I'm on that new time
You old news
I'm on the cover of New Times
Check the stats, look at the incline
They scream my name soon as I'm

Why you always looking back at the old me
Now you wanna talk back like you know me
I ain't ever going back to that
I ain't ever gonna act like that

new bitch
And she wanna be my sex slave
Grind til I'm rich
Til the money start to bore me
Brand new old whip
When I drive it, it be flooring
Don't talk

deserve it
Lately time is money
So you better just reserve it
Smandon in the bushes
Yeah you know that he be pervin'
Switch another lane
In that bitch I be

tryna dip
He mad asl callin' my phone while his bitch slobbin' on my hip
Pull on the side of dis car we holdin' switch behind the tint
Been havin' money

the limit
Learned that at 12 years old
They gone say o really?
Till' you really do it
As soon as they see it they sold
I stay ten toes down with my back

I'm old enough to know that your opinion doesn't exist
I couldn't care less about what's going on outside of my head
When I was a younger version, I'd

you know I got bitches
You know they be ridin', you know I been hidin'
Move in the night, we got a new sighting
Old hoe yeah, she keep eyein'
Pouring

I was old enough to drive when grandpa said to me
Look inside this old shed, there's something you should see
He put a key inside the padlock then he

learned
Money that I've earned just to spend it all away
And when I'm old I'd reckon they would say  that he did it like Frank he went his own way
And More

Baby playing with my heart like an arcade
Stay in your damn lane, got money ain't no old thing
She be running for my love, but she in last place
That

Know if you need me
Just give me a call
I'm standing tall, until I fall
But my shit, kicking like adderall
Dead presidents, my racks old

I don't play no

We don't rock no old designer all my shit be new as fuck
I can't trust the money counter I'd rather fuck my fingers up
I don't ever hit my girls but

Running through my dreams just to find you
Yeah I know we're over yeah that's old news
Pull myself together got to see it through
But when I close my

what's poppin' he said "these"
Handed me some green ecstasy
I swallowed bout three I'm the G of the streets
Told old girl lemme see underneath
I don't need

ain't gotta take a seat
I been fucking up the money spent a band on sum sneaks
Brand new scat pack got me fucking the streets
Who the fuck said they

At the Beau Rivage tryna throw my money on black
Got like 500 songs stuffed inside this old Mac
High as hell tryin not to have a panic attack
I can't

more chainz but you can ask me where my money at.
Wait, wait! Hopped out the 4×4 if the girls wanna catch feels that's my fault.
Wait! Late night buzzing

old
My bitch she bad, she from cross the coast
I'll take the stand and lie under oath
Pull down the mask and tell'em let's go
Get to the bands I tell'em

And I don't count no money in public I need privacy
Niggas be watching and I know they full of jealousy
Old friends get mad talking bout who I used to be

I'm out my mind for sure too much in the now and I'm stuck on go
I don't feel the good vibes no more
Doing the same shit everyday old
I get way too

Last night pouring codeine
Spent it on the couch
Getting kinda hard to know me
You won't figure out
Let me tell you bout the old me (yeah)
Before

realist shit in your boom box
old school.. like Chuck Taylor's tube socks
you get it nigga? I kick that shit like I'm ong bak
I'm cutting no checks

you would’ve told me

Make myself a hundred 
I Can’t go back to the old me 

And baby what you saying trying to diss all on a youngan 
And we steady