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I ain't even like parties no more
Shit I’m getting too grown for that
I ain't even like thotties no mo
Shit I’m feeling too old for that
Don’t like

Billy Poor was a rider for the Pony Express
Bringing letters and silver across the old west
Poor Billy Poor was just doing his best
When old Moses

Yeah , RuLA
(ChaseP with that fire)
I'm a young bull
But all the young bulls
Call me old head
Cus I be dropping
All my knowledge on them
Like

Ay bruh, how many we run through today?
Four? Damn bro we best watch our habits(Going back, going back, back to my old habits)
Chopped off the mop

I ain't even like parties no more
Shit I'm getting too grown for that
I ain't even like thotties no more
Shit I’m feeling too old for that
Don’t like

One Tuesday morning it looked like rain, round the curve came a passenger train, on the blinds sat old Bill Jones, he's a good old hobo and he's

debates and most of these people are trashy
I smoke on my green when I am in need, some people they call me old fashioned
I need therapy but dont got money

money, TATTO & letters

Check it out x2, in my mouth, power full, in youtube & soundcloud im the real old school x2

In a way for a ten years, solo listen,

I can't help but do a Lil shimmy 
God been good to me 
If they ever make me mayor 
I'll bring the hood with me
Came up out the Old Atlanta  
Bankhead

crowded
Need to be away a while
I rather live forever
Rather not get old
Rather not think about it
Rather stay young
I fell in love with a beauty
But hold

You used to be drop-dead funny

Then you married into all of that money

And I don't have to tell you, man

There's nothing 'bout you seems the same

friend when I am old
I have got to bring my country brothers back into the fold
I got that country cabin itis in my soul

Old wood burn stove fried chicken

know 
Gun on me I keep it
Incase they plotting I'm on go 
Steady pacing racing the time ticking nigga No joke 
Cashing all this money with niggas 
You

boss ballin
Saw fools fallin’ old bitch callin’
Been ballin hard no rim (Swish)
Money made me I win
Space coupe stars no Benz
Spent a hunnid thousand

I think that you want me
To go back to my old ways
I done showed you love
I can show you hate
You said it was real 
It was all fake
And now that we

old mama was strong daddy folded
Addicted to the crack wish i could've coated it wit some love 
2 older brothers i preciate who gave me the extra shove

someday
This is talk it ain't cheap gossip ways less than a dime
But you can always count on time
That creeping old time
Time is a mother

You can be who

Yeaa 
This ya boy Young Bam
Kicking major flavor in this bitch
Oh ya that shit there 100

Started off with a simple rhyme (Started off)
12 years old

there's no warning 
Found out this was my specialty 

They say I'm too cold
Being bold doesn't get old 
Now why i gotta go so hard? 
Not sorry I guess I

Tell your old niggas nah they can't get you back 
You fell once but you will never fall back in a trap 
And If you lost your confidence baby go and get

the one who paid me all there money
Play back like an old school track
Got a girl flew back from outta town for that
80 for gram that price stays flat

I be around
Lets get these checks together
Lets go and flex together
And we gone get this money and we gone live our best together
I'ma ride, ima

now filled with builders' trucks
Replacing old with new, making profit for the few 

I'm sitting on Arthur's Seat, looking down at the lights of Leith

played with
I'm that type of nigga
If you ain't doing your old lady right
I snatch right from under your fucking nose
Make her feel like a natural grown