Old Habits Die Hard Lyrics

These old habits

They die hard

I'm still trying to

Crack the code

I need a pry bar

I still got some demons

Camping out in the

Back of my yard

And they might sneak in

Thru the back door

If I let down my gaurd

But I'm five star

Flow high carb

Shine bright just like mylar

No dry bars

I turn on the mic

And put the beat on IR

Ahead of my time

That's by far

Rarely seen

Like a light scar

Careful how

I play my cards

Start popping off and

We might spar

I got some shit to

Get off of my chest

Where should I start

I just want a small

Slice of the circle

Where's the pie chart

I like to bend the rules and

Live my life on a

Slight arch

I've been down some

Dark roads

I think I need a bright start

So I hop into beast mode

Ah yeah this the opposite

Of weak flows

I don't care about

Your thoughts

You can keep those

I keep it pure

No cheap blow

You don't gotta tell me

When to go

You don't gotta tell me

About street code

I been there done that

No PO

Dirty hands clean money

I don't need soap

Not me bro

I'm chilling in

Beach clothes

Feeling my peak grow

Feeling my speech slow

Woah

Where did the beat go

Randy B don't fall asleep yo

Turn it back up so

I can reload

And breach the ethos

With just a keystroke

I tried to quit but

My mind is veto'd

By my heart

Which means

I don't skip a beat

Oh

Now I get it

I'm power tripping

I'm a model x

I'm powered different

I'm clairvoyant

With power vision

Got my bars up

I'm power lifting

No spot needed brodie

I don't need a homie

Don't need a trophy

Don't need to goat me

Please keep your proceeds

And don't approach me

Or you might provoke me

To treat you coldly

I was sleeping cozy

Wonder who awoke me

Could of swore I broke free

But I'm sinking slowly

Tried to ghost the old me

But he follows closely

Like a little dwarf

I call him dopey

And he's kinda nosey

Thinks life is rosy

And it is supposedly

So I try to focus

On good things mostly

I just wish someone

Had told me that

These old habits

They die hard

I'm still trying to

Crack the code

I need a pry bar

I still got some demons

Camping out

In the back of my yard

And they might sneak in

Thru the Back door if

I let down my gaurd

These old habits

They die hard

I'm still trying to

Crack the code

I need a pry bar

I still got some demons

Camping out

In the back of my yard

And they might sneak in

Thru the back door if

I let down my gaurd

These old habits

They die hard

I'm still trying to

Crack the code

I need a pry bar

I still got some demons

Camping out

In the back of my yard

And they might sneak in

Thru the back door

If I let down my gaurd

These old habits

These old habits

They die hard