OLD FASHION

[maari]

I drove to hell n back to lose my mind

I crossed my T's and Dot my eyes

I swear I've died 1,000 times, Ego death by suicide..

I worked myself down to the bone to find out nothing's set in stone..

So pick a side, it's do or die

They gon have me crucified..

I'm fuckin eatinn

Stomach bitchin, I'm on the highway sippin Aquafina

We bangin Screw Tapes ****, this aint no fuckin Yeezy..

Sittin sideways, violating your pledge of allegiance

FUCK YOUR "LAND OF OF THE FREEDOM"

I was covered in gold, mindstate of a demon

Money will make you a monster, have you screamin for Jesus

Believe me, they come around..

Better watch the way you speakin..

They say that talk is cheap as fuck, until you meet the reaper

Bitch I'm off my rocker, who you thought it is?

They love the way I do my dance n how I talk my shit

I'm from the North Side by that Dairy Queen and that Shopping Bag

I hope that rent paid, cuz them landlords stay on your ass

But you don't know I'm in my bag tho

Why you talkin to me if it aint about that cash?

Dip fast, 150 on the dashboard

Hol' up, Pockets swolle'd up, me and my soldiers

Ridin round solo in a stolen ford focus screamin..

Who dat is?

Where you stay?

You need validation is you ridin round my way

Hol' up

Who dat is?

Where you been?

You need validation if you come around my ends

Who dat is?

Where you stay?

You need validation is you ridin round my way

Hol' up

Im screamin..

Who dat is?

Where you been?

You need validation if you come around my ends

[Wahid]

My baby she want..

Prada in a gift bag, break her off like Kit-Kat.. wit a mask on me

Spend a rack on get back, just to laugh at death

Peeling me to the bone till there’s nothing left

Don’t step in the dressing room, I left my garments revealed

It’ll tell ya the story bout how I covered up my fears with strawberry colored flesh wound

Some was self-inflicted, some it came from (you)

Sentiments up to V in this heaux, but if I blow (abloh) a bag on Louis (Louie) tag, will I see a wonderful world?

Prolly not woe, but until the trumpet rang for armageddon.. imma rock this Wang, like I’m in a fashion show ..or at festival

Shorty done up like it’s Coachella, face full make-up.. nasal, full of coke, and no one gave a cotton, picking.. fuck about her OD’ing.. just wanted semen to feed her slow

Itty-bitty ego, left us executed, shit muted, voices.. funnel in earlobe

Tell me get to them new kicks to replace the J’s I caught the body with just last Tuesday, this is a new day.. spooky, spooky..

Oh what gene, a cloth, ring around my finger

Shit it’s more like a noose that prepared my fall and tell me what it cost?

That same G **** used to wrap the body, thought it could amount to life lost?

wrong..