"Missing The Old Me" lyrics
Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me
When I look in the mirror I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me
Never asked you for much but love and to hold me
Dyin' inside, feel I'm dyin' slowly
Demons around they just leavin' me lonely
Had some talks with my nana 'cause she the one know me
Me and lil' Boog was like Shaq and Kobe
Two twin Glock's, one Zack, one Cody
I'ma die 'fore I blow what my teachers done told me
Went to jail as a kid and nobody wrote me
Opps still playin', it's homicides
You go check the news ain't shit to prove, you ain't heard the last one died?
A nigga tried to post in the hood like he was good 'til my gun it got him by surprise
Niggas swear they on they Ps and Qs, nigga got hit in the head from behind
If they ask how I been, I'm alive, still fine
Now they say baby boy just pray, I have, but still ain't seein' a sign
I been mixin' Xan's with Perc's plus lean it tend to fuck with my mind
I've been fightin' all these cases, hirin' lawyers, they tryna give me some time
Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me
When I look in the mirror I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me
Dome myself 'fore I'll let a nigga hoe me
Bled all red, watch him bleed out slowly
A B on the opps in the hood like a trophy
Hot car ridin' tryna score and duck police
Fuck a big homie we'll kill your OG
Choppas and Glock's, tend to ride with two on me
If they book bro killer we killin' his homie
Catch 'em in traffic empty both of these guns on me
We losin' bro it's time to slide
I told lil' [?] lil nigga, if they catch him a face that I want then I'll pay 'em a dime
Can't forget who got turned to a ghost all over a post, his mans ain't slid just cried
We up on the sco' we ain't losin' no more, better check the news last month one died
I want more blood I don't wanna be famous
I never knew the money'll make the ones I love feel like they hate me
No I don't want no sympathy this the life I chose I live be dangerous
You don't see me poppin' pills and smokin' weed I'm probably in my head just thinkin'
When I look in the mirror I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me
Never asked you for much but love and to hold me
Dyin' inside, feel I'm dyin' slowly
Demons around they just leavin' me lonely
Had some talks with my nana 'cause she the one know me
Me and lil' Boog was like Shaq and Kobe
Two twin Glock's, one Zack, one Cody
I'ma die 'fore I blow what my teachers done told me
Went to jail as a kid and nobody wrote me
Opps still playin', it's homicides
You go check the news ain't shit to prove, you ain't heard the last one died?
A nigga tried to post in the hood like he was good 'til my gun it got him by surprise
Niggas swear they on they Ps and Qs, nigga got hit in the head from behind
If they ask how I been, I'm alive, still fine
Now they say baby boy just pray, I have, but still ain't seein' a sign
I been mixin' Xan's with Perc's plus lean it tend to fuck with my mind
I've been fightin' all these cases, hirin' lawyers, they tryna give me some time
Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me
When I look in the mirror I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me
Dome myself 'fore I'll let a nigga hoe me
Bled all red, watch him bleed out slowly
A B on the opps in the hood like a trophy
Hot car ridin' tryna score and duck police
Fuck a big homie we'll kill your OG
Choppas and Glock's, tend to ride with two on me
If they book bro killer we killin' his homie
Catch 'em in traffic empty both of these guns on me
We losin' bro it's time to slide
I told lil' [?] lil nigga, if they catch him a face that I want then I'll pay 'em a dime
Can't forget who got turned to a ghost all over a post, his mans ain't slid just cried
We up on the sco' we ain't losin' no more, better check the news last month one died
I want more blood I don't wanna be famous
I never knew the money'll make the ones I love feel like they hate me
No I don't want no sympathy this the life I chose I live be dangerous
You don't see me poppin' pills and smokin' weed I'm probably in my head just thinkin'
Writer(s): Dashaun Bradley
