Lyrics

I hate guessin
but why he like your photo
I ain’t even pressin
cause you ain’t a hoe though
This Smith and Wesson
Could have made it a show though
3 am and im blackout
4 am I pull up blow your back out
Then im back out
never told you that I used to bring the Mack out
When they cracked out
Number one mover out the lone star
on the news in the paper baby world star
she like baby can we go here
course bitch who you think own the bar
I’m on a bar
Right now maybe two
I can’t remember but it’s just me and you
That’s the old me
You wouldn’t like that guy
You coulda told me
Now I like that guy
Wish you told me
Could have known that guy
Was a dope fiend
You don’t wanna know that guy
Sell to dope fiends
I really used to be that guy
But that’s the old me
Im glad they never really thought i was that soft
To be labeled a profit wasn’t exactly what I sought
I been so locked in the box that my seat was just taken
Too many hundreds behind so I’ve been basically Franklin
All out of the current so the future’s been wasting away
Mastered my craft all this time it’s been taking
that’s how I act and I don’t think that she’s faking
Snow White hides my dresser I’ll never let it regress her
Away, I’ll save the date
So wait, and I’ll go today
I’ll go today
That’s the old me
You wouldn’t like that guy
You coulda told me
Now I like that guy
Wish you told me
Could have known that guy
Was a dope fiend
You don’t wanna know that guy
Sell to dope fiends
I really used to be that guy
But that’s the old me