Old Ways

[Verse 1]
Since I was walking upright
My heart full of light, it always had a spark for the strike
I often was tight, overthinking all my life
I even tried to fight John Pickard cause he like
Juked me in soccer, so I socked him
I lost quick but I got a couple shots in
Always going off on my top friends
So they'd just step aside till I stop it
I never know how to handle emotion
Mad then explosion, scramble to land any blows in
I'd lash out, thrash, put my hands into motion
Temper tantrums, open a can of commotion
Yeah, I've cooled off now
But damn, you and crew got my mood all sour
You got my heated, believe it, you keep on feeding my fiending
Seem you wanna see me screaming, hold up, I need to breath in

[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways

[Verse 2]
Thank God for my Mom and Pops
'Cause Minneap as a kid, it was dark and hot
Kept us in a spot where problems stopped
Wonder where I'd be now if I was on the block
Hmm... prolly gone and shot
Going off on a hotshot who armed and not
Giving a fuck, triggers'll pump, my figure'll slump
All cause my temper got started, watch
I apologize to Nate from back in the day
Stuck a fork in the torso, stabbed him when mad and enraged
It's funny but we both stayed friends
'Cause he knew I was tripping and I felt bad for what I had did
But now I'm sitting here now
Thinking out loud, shit, I'm tryna figure out
I'm thinking I'll bounce before you hit the switch and I pounce
And I flip and get niggerish, let the ignorant out

[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways

[Verse 3]
Ready the scene for Twenty Sixteen
I got whole separate method of letting off steam
Instead of me sweating shit and wresting beings
I feed aggression to records, wrecking it, wresting beats
Started penciling sheets back in middle school, that shit was cool
A better tool for getting through my bitter moods
Little dude up in his room, with pen I drew
Any inner stew that sitting pretty within me brood
And I don't think it's a coincidence
When I started writing music that my temper switched
Picked up an instrument, think I was meant for this
Now I can wrangle my anger strangled in pencil grips
Mmm... but I gotta be honest
The way you talking your nonsense kinda I wanna get hostile
Hop off the calm nonviolent posture
And foster plots to rock shots at your tonsils

[Chorus]
You wanna see me go back to my old ways?
Stone face then I snap like the old days?
What you wanna catch a fade so you throw shade?
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
Thank God that I changed from my old ways
I ain't trying be a grown man in a cold cage
Or toe tagged, throw my soul in a cold vase
Thank God that I changed from my old ways