Old Skool

Me and Triple Threat making bands stay with money Play with us we getting busy nigga getting ugly It takes a lot to be a G without getting lucky Move militant I can't be seen I'm not a dummy Surpassing all my limits I'm going to go beyond If you ass do not hit me I will not respond Never scared of no pressure know I'm staying calm My angels watching right above me know I'm praising God Destroying demons, I don't give a f*ck about a reaper Niggas still don't understand my talent, I'm a sleeper Hopefully I make it on your playlist as a keeper Making music feeling good I think it's getting deeper Doing good out the way I can't be the bid Pushing weight off my chest like my nigga Chid I dream to be the best even as a little kid Release emotions on the song taking off the lid Getting groovy on this beat I'm feeling old school Back in high school niggas used to say I'm so cool Little did they know a nigga was a old fool Master flows I would turn it to a pro tool Never lie keep it a hundred, who really realer Stop a play sack a nigga like I'm on the Steelers She want a nigga for his money, I just couldn't feel her I had used to be dependable, can't be a healer Spitting fire to a shawty, master at the game You not capable of being me, you is a lame I do this cause I love it, I don't care about the fame Even if I get the fame, I'm going to be the same Me and Triple Threat making bands stay with money Play with us we getting busy nigga getting ugly It takes a lot to be a G without getting lucky Move militant I can't be seen I'm not a dummy Surpassing all my limits I'm going to go beyond If you ass do not hit me I will not respond Never scared of no pressure know I'm staying calm My angels watching right above me know I'm praising God