Old Ways

[Verse 1]
I'll try and be an honest person for a minute now
These dudes from back home ask me how I do it now
They see me reppin' other cities but they know I keep real with them, understand that I never changed
Stuck in the air for 17 hours for a month from my girl
Listenin' to Kanye from '08
This I know for sure, that I got plenty to lose, Plenty to lose
They all turn their heads when they see me
They've never heard a stranger like me
Must've been all that adderall
Mixed with the plane wine
That the stewardess offered me during lunchtime
I've been awake for 30 damn hours
Waiting for this bitch to land on the tarmac
Now that I'm here, I can finally let loose
Open air, no snare, change this fuckin' beat

[Bridge]
Perfect!
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[Verse 2]
I've been keeping it quiet for a while now
I hear all around me saying that I'm old news
I did a couple yearly shows at the bonfire
Still, it's not enough for at least an applause
Well I'm back, for one more chance to be famous
Get the fuck out my throne bitch, It's mine, yeah I claimed it
Back when ʎzzI dropped a couple bars with me
When me and oʇo˥ were killin' it
And I got to save you with ᴉɹɐɯɐlɐʞ
Fuck the peace, everybody wanna diss me
Fuck the love if no one is down to show me
Fuck the clouds, got no time for that energy
And fuck my thoughts, shit's a mistake from the beginning
I'm Reppin' Manila like it's Hell
Got the lord on my chain, got the dreams that I'll never sell
Rappin' 'bout a bi bitch that don't even want me
Singin' 'bout a new chick, she 'gon be my wifey
Dreamin' 'bout that paycheck after we go tourin'
Sɐƃƃᴉu puɐ sʞuᴉɥɔ ʎoqɟlɐH reigning all the after-parties
We'll be settin' the fuckin' world on fire like it's the 12 of the 20

[Pre-Hook]
It's fucking hot in here
Cause we setting the world on fire
Like it's the 12 of the 20
And now you feel me

[Hook]
We're going back to our old ways;
And we will never be the same
Wishin' back when we were young
Without pain or shame
I pray to God you hear my pleading
I don't wanna fail now
We're going back to our old ways with the brand new sound

[Verse 3]
Now once upon a time, I was 5 years old, singin' at my mama's birthday party, such a long time ago
Now I'm grown, I'm 5 foot 7, I don't fuckin' know
Rappin' 'bout the things I want, singin' everywhere I go
I could fuck your bitch tonight, or I could just play it cool
I don't wanna start no trouble
'Cause you know I'm not that kind of dude
I wanna make it, So help me god I wanna make it
Don't wanna fake it, so many motherfuckers wanna doubt me and my dreams
Well fuck you and your hype
Fuck your popularity, fuck your self-esteem and fuck your clarity
I'm doin' this for me
I'm doing for my girl, for my folks, for my zzzʎoqɟlɐH
Listen, boys, Imma give you some good advice
'Cause Lord knows you fuckin' need it
Think twice, before you take the chance
Because the dream will never last
And if you don't believe me, talk to God
Goddamn I'm goin' back to my old ways