Old Ways

[Intro]
RealYungPhil (Keep going)
RealYungPhil (What)
RealYungPhil (Damn, what)
RealYungPhil (Yo!)
(Eera)
(Surf Gang)

[Chorus]
I can't go back to my old ways, fuck
How you told me I changed
'Cause I ain't go back to my old ways
And you said it was love, but you show hate
I just think you be kiddin' like, go play
And this phone work both ways
You need to pick up the slow pace
And I really don't show face
'Cause the hate be real but the love be so fake
Fuck a job, nigga I had low pay
Ain't 'bout money I'm skatin' like Lupe
We had this bitch goin' up on a Tuesday
You wanna talk down, nigga meet your doomsday
You think I give a fuck 'bout what you say?
'Cause I don't, wait

[Verse]
I don't think they want the smoke
I remember when she took me as jokes
Now she all on my dick and she say I'm a G.O.A.T
Wait, I could put dick in her throat
Wait, I ain't rockin' no chrome
When my brother ride with a chrome
He up the stick, he gon' send yo' ass home
And I don't want the lean, nigga leave me alone
What the fuck does you want?
And this Christian Dior my cologne
You think I give a fuck when I don't
They was sleepin' on me, now they woke
I got money to blow
I might just jump off the stage in my show

[Chorus]
I can't go back to my old ways, fuck
How you told me I changed
'Cause I ain't go back to my old ways
And you said it was love, but you show hate
I just think you be kiddin' like go play
And this phone work both ways
You need to pick up the slow pace
And I really don't show face
'Cause the hate be real but the love be so fake
Fuck a job, nigga I had low pay
Ain't 'bout money I'm skatin' like Lupe
We had this bitch goin' up on a Tuesday
You wanna talk down, nigga meet your doomsday
You think I give a fuck 'bout what you say?
'Cause I don't