Language

[Verse 1]
Packs of the OG
Oh me oh my
I be lowkey
On me
I ride to my own beat
Globe turn i ride with a slow creep (yeah yeah yeah)
Watch for cops police’s on patrol
I been working out here on the road
Lordy lord I'm taking back control
Take the wheel defeat ain't in my soul
Lost some bands I cry about it? No
College dropout debt from student loans
Talk of tossing bands to put me on
Convos happen never speak on phones
Tide is turning thinking sink or swim
Outerspace my mind invader zim
Kanye spaceship look just like Benz
Wish I had the problems more like his
Real one with me say she down to ride
We just trying to eat this appetite
Left me with a certain lust for life
Pour the drank the codeine get me right
Feel like I been searching for the light
Pay my dues but life come with a price
Niggas out here chasing after likes
Bitches out here chasing after pipe
Money counter count it up like whoa yeah
Expensive bags and I ain't talking Goyard
Good all over working like a nomad
Never changed I'm still the king of nowhere
G.I. Finest since the Jacksons gone
I been lost the longest way from home
Heard I'm next I'm hoping they ain't wrong
Hit my line like Scizzy what you on?

[Hook]
Me and my old hoe we fucked the same bitches
I knew then and there that this whole game different
No I do not care bout who you came here with
They ain't talking money different languages

[Verse 2]
I can't go back to the old me
Lost in depression and lonely
Burned these emotions in oz’s
Tell a bad bitch act like you know me (yeah yeah yeah)
Signed a contract
Three years to the day
Left me homeless tied up like a slave
Job to job just trying to make a way
Studio at night to make a wave
Finally free they let me out the cage
Take the tune then turn into rage
Another chapter time to turn the page
Niggas capping capital they raise
Drown in darkness every time I'm lit
Dialed in now everything a hit
Niggas dissing homies fuck they bitch
Coldest nigga out so fuck a list
Pops retired said I'm not a man
If I can't take care of where I am
Moms be stressing praying that I win
Sick of sorry late with rent again
People left me learned they weren't my friends
Moving packs still stressing bout some ends
Lyles, Nathan convos bout some M's
Talked to God I hope he gets my sins
Learned to live my life beyond the lens
Hilton guide from heaven heaven sent
Told me time and time and time again
Almost there so never giving in
Learned that struggle sweetens up the prize
Living lucid dreams before my eyes
Worst advice was don't put life in songs
Heard I'm now I'm hoping they ain't wrong cause

[Hook]
Me and my old hoe we fucked the same bitches
I knew then and there that this whole game different
No I don't not care bout who you came here with
They ain't talking money different languages