Old Me - J. Stalin

Still up in the game and I’m making this transition

On the phone running plays like a brand new transmission

Just woke up in the kitchen and I

Last night threw my money to them hoes on the pole

Made some golds from the corner it’s a beautiful thing

We don’t play no games, but we wear them championship rangs

Seen niggas sell they soul for the fortune and fame

I just want to raise my kids and niggas said I changed

Now I’m counting money bitch, cause I use my brain

I’ma buy her lingerie cause I’m in love with her frame

If you can’t hit the target, nigga switch your aim

You fall, get back up, don’t let 'em see you complain

And they want it

I don’t want to do it again

And they want me

To go back to the old me

And they want me

But I don’t want to do it again

Cause they want me

To go back to the old me

Go back to the

Go back to the

Go back to the old me

And they want me

But I don’t want to do it again

I don’t want to do it again

I don’t want to do it again

They want me

Love what we overcame, fuck the rings and chains

Shit change when you out here hustling for your last name

Niggas used to move cain now we owning the building

All black bow-tie, chandelier on the ceiling

Lord willing, bitch every time we drop we make a killin'

Highschool drop out, my nigga from Cypress Village

My stain, like I’m Caine, like a straight up Menace

Counting money bitch, but Ima get high when I’m finished

And they want it

I don’t want to do it again

And they want me

To go back to the old me

And they want me

But I don’t want to do it again

Cause they want me

To go back to the old me

Go back to the

Go back to the

Go back to the old me

And they want me

But I don’t want to do it again

I don’t want to do it again

I don’t want to do it again

They want me