"Old Me (QWYA)" lyrics
I heard the strip got raided
I ain't on the corner no more, bitch, I made it
He's complaining that his line is slow
Might as well get a job 'cause he's been on a zip since time ago
Rely on another man, I can't relate
They ask for plates, you say no, they start to hate
Always wanted to be the man
Nuttin like them niggas who don't wanna grow up like Peter Pan
When you hit a certain age, the streets are done
Niggas on the block with niggas young enough to be their son
He's got a Rollie, don't be fooled, he's a bum
Thirty suttin, sneaking girls in his room at his mum's
They're tryna keep up with the Joneses
All them niggas lost, fam, I wish I could free them like I'm Moses
I ain't the same guy that I used to be
Niggas got way too comfortable when they were used to me
Used to stand on the strip with Stony
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
Me and Likkle T woulda robbed your Rollie
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
All them old friends acting like they know me
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
All them rap fans saying they prefer the old me
Then go listen to the old me
I told my nigga, "Stop working like a slave
For them crackheads, got your ancestors turning in their grave"
Told me, "Burn a little sage", but I'd rather burn some Haze
Could be doing thirty in the cage, in that dirty little maze
Instead, I hopped out the Aventador
Still remember when I couldn't afford to get a draw
I had seven figures after I went on tour
Still couldn't get a mortgage, I ain't have no credit score
It's coming like I'm getting poor but Nina getting bigger
Moved in a gated community, they still treat me like a nigga
So I'm moving to the motherland with nine figures
Free Palestine even though they don't like niggas
Religion's controlling them
They say, "Leave it in Jesus' hands", even though He had holes in them
The algorithm stole your soul
And you don't even know it, you just scroll and scroll
I ain't on the corner no more, bitch, I made it
He's complaining that his line is slow
Might as well get a job 'cause he's been on a zip since time ago
Rely on another man, I can't relate
They ask for plates, you say no, they start to hate
Always wanted to be the man
Nuttin like them niggas who don't wanna grow up like Peter Pan
When you hit a certain age, the streets are done
Niggas on the block with niggas young enough to be their son
He's got a Rollie, don't be fooled, he's a bum
Thirty suttin, sneaking girls in his room at his mum's
They're tryna keep up with the Joneses
All them niggas lost, fam, I wish I could free them like I'm Moses
I ain't the same guy that I used to be
Niggas got way too comfortable when they were used to me
Used to stand on the strip with Stony
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
Me and Likkle T woulda robbed your Rollie
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
All them old friends acting like they know me
But shit changed, fam, that's the old me
All them rap fans saying they prefer the old me
Then go listen to the old me
I told my nigga, "Stop working like a slave
For them crackheads, got your ancestors turning in their grave"
Told me, "Burn a little sage", but I'd rather burn some Haze
Could be doing thirty in the cage, in that dirty little maze
Instead, I hopped out the Aventador
Still remember when I couldn't afford to get a draw
I had seven figures after I went on tour
Still couldn't get a mortgage, I ain't have no credit score
It's coming like I'm getting poor but Nina getting bigger
Moved in a gated community, they still treat me like a nigga
So I'm moving to the motherland with nine figures
Free Palestine even though they don't like niggas
Religion's controlling them
They say, "Leave it in Jesus' hands", even though He had holes in them
The algorithm stole your soul
And you don't even know it, you just scroll and scroll
