Old Soul (Freestyle) Lyrics

Niggas in the nap ain't fuckin wit me on my worse day

Everyday I spit should be holiday Called verse day

This word play

Same play

That a make a bitch play

It's all fun and games until I say the Uber on the way

But let's get on these niggas really peons dick eaters

Ain't step up to the plate and hit a home run Derrick jeter

Dese niggas really clowns don't pay attention cause it's cheaper

I a transport this heat straight to you like a heater

I'm one of a kind the type and kind who got all kinda flows

All these nigga sound the same I know just how to counter those

Nowadays some men included I say I don't FW hoes

Say she gotta twin she think I wanna try a double dose of crazy

This ain't double Dutch you crazy

Might participate just maybe

Naw I'm trippin this shit crazy

Dam I hit but my dick made me

These the trails that you go thorough when you getting to them bands

I try to fight off all these demons they keep biting every chance

That girl a turn you to her daddy if you give that hoe a chance

Take it from me you gotta have a daughter for you understand

You out here chasin money chase your purpose that come from within

Im tried a niggas talkin shit but never dropping any gems

Cause if they did like back n the day them niggas go and pick um up

They make money off our trauma cut the check and pick it up

You think you hard cause you got sticks and rhyme how you gone hit um up

I think you lame and not legit and as a jit ain't get no love

Yea

That's real shit

Tell me how much trauma do you think a Nigga deal wit

Just to come home and argue wit the one he deal wit

Trauma bonds exist prolly the reasons that you deal wit the crazy shit that's normalized as coo

They gone feels this and if you don't I'm talking bout you and that's real shit

Every man a nigga and every woman bitch

I fail victim to this system now figured what it is

They spread ignorance as knowledge and take real shit off the list

They say don't promote the violence then they sign us for the shit

How many record executive kids do you think listen to drill

Why you popin all them blues

You need to take a red pill

You don't know who they be praying to just check a dollar bill

Don't know who these bitches following just listen to the reels

Guess I'm different

I'm extinct

I'm from a tribe called real

From fake friends to fake love I avoid um all and still keep flowin

Man why i keep droppin these tracks aint nobody really listenin to my music

My nigga still keep flowin

Man that nigga trash ion even know why yaw fuck wit him

No matter what they say about you keep flowin

Man i really got some real stuff to say but dont nobody listen man

Got somthin on ya chest let it out keep flowin

Man im done wit music im just bout to quit

Dont stop keep goin