Ole Days

[Intro]
(Ringo for president)
Run up a check and I didn’t finesse
I got it all off the muscle, I’m blessed
You too expensive, I get it for less
The more that I make, the more I get cheaper
I got a real one, you know she a keeper
Yeah
Oof stop playing with em

[Chorus]
Back in the gym like I’m hooping, I’m back in my bag and I’m backing it back and I’m gone
I know they hating on me, they ain’t want me to make it, it’s ok I’m proving em wrong
We got the city on lock and every state got fans that’s playin’ my songs
Look at my face, I know that you hate, but I can’t afford to get outta my zone
VVS’s on the back of my necklace, my initials on the back of the stone
Try to take it boy, I ride with some shooters, they [?] make a move and you gone
Now they mad at us cuz we got it out the mud, never had to ask for a loan
If we came to em they all prolly told us to get out they face and go get on our own
Hustling nonstop, they gon’ try to knock you off when you really on
I don’t wanna shake your hand, I don’t wanna be your friend, I’m really gone
I had to make a plan, I had to use my hands that’s written in stone
It’s written in stone, yeah
It’s written in
Ran it up and then I stash it like a throwaway
Up in traffic swervin’, jammin’ like the OJ’s
Lookin’ back, I can’t go back I tell em no way
Who ever thought it would be better than the ole days

[Post Chorus]
I got winning on my mind and I can’t stop now
Want that bently, when I’m in it, let the top down
Drippin’ sauce I got spaghetti in my pot now
You know I’m, (hah, hah) You know I’m hot now

[Verse 2]
They never thought we could take it this far, but I told em it’s nowhere I can’t go
Get on the stage and I’m losing my mind, you would think that I jumped out the window
I see they like the attention, but I feel much better when I be layin’ low
We can wear the same clothes
It ain’t the same though

[Chorus]
Back in the gym like I’m hooping, I’m back in my bag and I’m backing it back and I’m gone
I know they hating on me, they ain’t want me to make it, it’s ok I’m proving em wrong
We got the city on lock and every state got fans that’s playin’ my songs
Look at my face, I know that you hate, but I can’t afford to get outta my zone
VVS’s on the back of my necklace, my initials on the back of the stone
Try to take it boy, I ride with some shooters, they [?] make a move and you gone
Now they mad at us cuz we got it out the mud, never had to ask for a loan
If we came to em they all prolly told us to get out they face and go get on our own
Hustling nonstop, they gon’ try to knock you off when you really on
I don’t wanna shake your hand, I don’t wanna be your friend, I’m really gone
I had to make a plan, I had to use my hands that’s written in stone
It’s written in stone, yeah
It’s written in
Ran it up and then I stash it like a throwaway
Up in traffic swervin’, jammin’ like the OJ’s
Lookin’ back, I can’t go back I tell em no way
Who ever thought it would be better than the ole days

[Outro]
Aye
Oof stop playing with em
Ya heard me
For real
I know people switched on me
I ain’t do nothin’ but show love
That’s hurtful