old thing back pt. 2

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, don q, where you at?, what it do, these rap niggas is wack, i want that old thing back, yeah, i want that old thing back, you now see, my style mean, i ain't into you, seeing murders, fucked up my child's dreams, got caught sleeping, nigga, i ain't on a xanny, crack come in, like candy, cold in new york, got miami on the bench, brandy, and her best friend, tammy, tryna get me, run through that money, treat that shit like a marathon, quit it with the happy talk, treat my luggage like a cary-on, hit the club with my carots on, make these hoes wanna come along, you ain't gotta act, it's real if i have it on, you be shitten on them with that x53, we had it in the streets, pull up with this keef, i switch a check on the piece, nigga, i never sleep, 30,000 for the lui, never take a receipt, i'm a real broncks nigga, west side to be exact, we ain't at the party, bring the party to where we at, imma pull up to the scene, in the rari, with the strap, smoken in the car, with a barby in the back, no shit, before rap, it was sell chips, on that road shit, til a nigga homesick, remember back, i was in the trap, with the stove lit, sellin crack to a feend, so i could get my shit, santana, get back to the bandana, these rap niggas is wack, i want that old thing back, i want that old thing back, i want that old thing back, santana, bandana, back on tl, too much sauce, too much swagger, might spill, too much talk, the hawk, the mac might drill, big white bens, looking like crack on weals, all this ice on, i got chills, all these things got me flexin on them, now i know how poppop feels, getting to the chicken, like a popeyes meal, connected everywhere, like i got a wifi deal, gotta watch them niggas that's close to you, they the same ones riding in the ghost with you, hating on the low, htinking about ghosting you, same ones that smoke with you, choke with you, boy, i came to bring the pain, put niggas to shame, the whole planet gonna remember my name, it's all for respect, not fame, don't play with me, give them rope, they still can't hang with me, pass the baton, they still can't race with me, so far ahead of these niggas, they still chacing me, i wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghost writers got ghost writers, nothing seeses to amaze me, ladies used to care, even though they was raping me, now it's 360 deals, modern day slavery, fuck you paying me, i'm the one recording, won't settle for extortion, or fame over forchin, game done changed, sound done changed, all these niggas sound the same, the word loyalty don't even sound the same, good thing that when i keep the pound, it bang, and it always sound the same, time to ame at the game, pure shower, mane, neck full of water, lke i drowned my chain, flyer than a nigga jumping out a plain, higher than you niggas, you can't find the strain, better than you niggas, that's without saying, the money like the work, we don't count, we weigh, cause now we aming, blazing, flaming, gun big as a showerhead, you don't want me spraying, enough with the mumbo jumbo, santana back though, can i get a drum roll, whole lot of cush, and it's stuffed in the front hole, feends still say my work tastes like gumbo, yeah, bring that old thing back, i was tought to wip it up, and bring that whole thing back, when i was pumping coke, you was jumping rope, i was running out of bags, you was playing tag, while you was hop scotching, i was drop shopping, at the dealer, paying cash for them pink tags, while you was pop locking, i was gloc popping, getting to the cash, brown paper bags, blowing money fast, it'd never last, make it fast, then make it back, haters gonna suffer, i'm ok with that, all this garbage, time to throgh away the trash