Old Soul

Trying to sound different from what the norm is Bringing it back with a style yall study like a quiz As I write this rhyme I wonder what I'll gane As I step into the realm m, and try to find my lane What happened to the styles that you had to perfect What happened to the beats that you had to respect Now it's all about how much pussy you can get Motherfuckers don't eat it, can't even get it wet From the tribe to the clan, you know I got that old soul F*ck all that lil whatever, that was far from the goal Making sure that my flow seemed way too seamless Taking shit to literal, they called me an extremist I feel it in my chest every time that I'm depressed If it wasn't for the weed there'd be a bullet in my chest, I think I've gotten better at my mental state I need to step it up, don't wanna make the same mistake Don't follow in the steps of the minds of the lost Been there too many times I know what it cost I just want to show that I can do what you can do If I'm being honest, probably just a little better than you I've been on this shit more nights than I've been alive Staying up all night just to write a rhyme I don't wear red or blue or set claim a hood The game is lacking some skill, it looks more like Hollywood Fake fucks everywhere I look, I can't get the off my screen, it's like they shook Young buck with flow so cold it leaves footprints Waiting on the perfect opportunity to drop hits To bang something in ya ear for the new year Everything is changing, the time is finally here My brain is going off, it's time to wreak havoc All y'all are goose and I'm the only maverick Now you recognize, what I have to prove Pushing my way through the crowd just to make a move If it wasn't for the stress, I wouldn't have the time To push myself to the limit every time that I rhyme F*ck a fake ass photo copy of these new emcees Putting out your shit online for free you fuckin wannabes Get it right when you listening to the voice The kids all grown up now, and he didn't have a choice Don't worry if you didn't hear me, I get louder when I speak Im only 22 and I still aint hit my peek Shattering the dreams of the "back in my day" fools Who can't accept the fact that I didn't use pro tools But you're witnessing the birth of an era I suggest you wipe your face I can see your mascara And for anyone who wanna doubt me go ahead I think you got the picture, so that's enough said