old ways

Shit got real, shit got real Shit so real, the sword I weild Send a call for help But no one ever hears Call the stars, they my angels Look out for me, protect me I don't know if I was born again Hit a home run but it didn't end If I told my secrets they would Think I'm insane My dreams predicted things I saw an interface Knew shit beforehand When I was a kid I saw a ghost man Storytime, i'm the storyteller Told the story for them to forget Huh uh, f*ck Yeh, all of my roots go back to the same place Imma say f*ck it, go back to my old ways If I'm being honest i think im a lost case Talking bout me but we not in the same place Gun man on the bass, yeah This shit sounding crazy I'm really off that insane shit Sword king typa shit bitch