Back to My Old Ways

Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days I was tryna get a deal Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days Different way I had to deal Never be too nice to people consistently 'Cuz I feel they get these tendencies We go from friends to undercover enemies Energy draining my vibe I always strive with no sympathy Make me feel like it's 2012 The world ending, so I hustle trees That SUV got a funny smell No Officer I got nothing to sell R&B for the variety Blunt rolled for the anxiety Cut throat if you ever lie to me I'm not good with apologies My dream house with Sotheby's 30 mil - like the lottery Buy a crib like I'm fatherly I'm just living out my prophecy R I P lil peep 21 Young and it's sad to see Need more lyric and we need more beat Stripped this down so it's plain to see Back to my old ways I keep it one hundred But they run from it, always I broke my promises I broke my promises I said I won't change Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days I was tryna get a deal Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days Different way I had to deal Back to Hub City I'm back in Centralia Everyone think I came back as a failure I treat the game like it's Celia Sugar is sweet I Cruz the beat with the Féria 100 I don't wanna be 29 under 23 That's 6 feet under 2nd street It's always more than the eyes can see I need more time than money now days So i might play funny when you faking my way Why does someone gotta die for a raise If it's in my blood I don't hold no grunge or change I just show love both ways Spend 2k on a whole new page They move equality i move economy Grow up, my people are equally quality High standards that i never changed Keep it real. it always goes my way But I made that choice And I hold that stage Stash what I make in a safe with two keys Hoping I'ma own that plane Don't play with the game let's just be more humble 2018 as we tumble The Instagram and the tumblr Self-snitching for the youngster That's no thinking of a hustler Burn that backwood like the rubber Ain't no telling on each other It's no more apologies None at all... Just keeping it 100 (Back - back) Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days I was tryna get a deal Back to my old ways Barely care 'bout how you feel Like in my old days Different way I had to deal