Old Self

[Verse 1]
Hot, I spit that stove burner top, I'm hot as oily woks
Tell 'em to stop, I do this shit round the clock
I got more bars than the block
And I can chop, flip up the rhythm with knots
Midwestern flow on a lock
What you got crops?
Yeah we got fields of the grains
Homie don't step on the plots
Dripping with thots, ohh them girls looking juicy
Thick in thighs and the booty
Ain't got no time for the movies, do we?
But we can Netflix and chill with a doobie
If you ain't boujee, I got that oo weee
Let's take it back to your crib and get groovy
I'm in the mood B, look I stay cool as a coozie
Bitch wipe me down like my name lil boosie

[Chorus]
Y'all gon' bring back to my old self
Checking out and checking in like i'm in a hotel
I don't let em see the sweat blood is ice cold yea
This is for my dogs, yeah this one for my warriors, oh ya
We don't let up, we don't let up
We gon' get em, we gon' get em
They gon' feel us, they gon' feel us
We the realest, we the realest

[Verse 2]
I'm in a zone, I'm here to flex
All on my own, I'm doing reps
Turn up the heat, turn up the stress
I'm here to work, I'm here to sweat
This ain't for y'all, this is for me
I'm tryna make this shit hard to compete
Out of my way, they out of my reach
I'm tryna move to a whole 'nother league
Woah, space pilot riding on the ship
I been woke, they been tryna put me back to sleep again
Losing hope
I got faith that nothing really come of nothing in the end
So my problems all pretend, I ain't stressing I'mma win

[Chorus]
Y'all gon' bring back to my old self
Checking out and checking in like i'm in a hotel
I don't let em see the sweat blood is ice cold yea
This is for my dogs, yeah this one for my warriors, oh ya
We don't let up, we don't let up
We gon' get em, we gon' get em
They gon' feel us, they gon' feel us
We the realest, we the realest

[Verse 3]
Tell 'em chill, I ainit with none of that beefing
I ain't with none of that yapping
I make it happen, this ain't no Instagram caption
You at the crib in the bathroom
I'm in the grasses, plotting my actions
I got that fire that burn 'em to ashes
Hold up a minute they tell me they with it
Then talk on my back when I'm sleep on the mattress
I'm catching zzz's, you catching L's
You finna see, how different it feels
I make 'em sneeze, iI'm sick with the skill
I don't do cheap, I'll stick with the real
Get you a fleece, my homie and chill
Bitch I'm beast, I came for my meal
I'm finna eat, whatever I kill
I got to be, the spitter they fear