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old me - yc lyrics

[intro: yc]
yeah yeah, i’m back
free twotwo, free…

[verse 1: yc]
young n*gga with a big glock
holding 30s, no sick shot
f*ck the b*tch give me sick top
then after that she give me sick drop
get moved around like pattern
lay your brains on splatter
your b*tch might be bad
but my b*tch way badder
smoking gas, it’s shattery
don’t want smoke no cancer
free cp outta cell
we was making mans brain splatter
now it’s time to get this cash
in the school i was skipping class
n*ggas tryna violate
but they caught them so they had to dash
[bridge: moeski]
young n*gga with a big bag
your b*tch on me, you big mack
i’m the same n*gga, there’s no old me
jail cells couldn’t hold me
better hope you don’t owe me
ride around top down with my homie
perc and a pole leave you holy
then we gone in a stolie

[hook: yc]
i’m the same n*gga there’s no old me
better hope you don’t owe me
jail cells couldn’t hold me
fell in love with the hood like 03
i’m too much like a od
too much that’s my ogs
hold up i got og, them ogs thought me og
i’m the same n*gga there’s no old me
better hope you don’t owe me
jail cells couldn’t hold me
fell in love with the hood like 03
i’m too much like a od
too much that’s my ogs
hold up i got og, them ogs thought me og
[verse 2: yc]
got designer on my kicks
that glizzy stay on my hip
hit them up on any strip
i’m iced up and i got the drip
in the trap, getting money
the streets ain’t really lovely
n*ggas catching bodies and
they ride or die, sh*t is ugly
if i see a opp, that’s on sight, ?
spend a lotta cold nights
in the cells seeing dubies
thotiana with a fat ass
she’s taking in bare back shots
cle, not cleveland, 10 down
n*gga that’s my block
my n*ggas really do tings
in the streets, i ain’t gotta say
my young boy will let it spray
hit you up in the alleyway
catch you slipping on an average day
give no f*cks, even holidays
f*ck all these fake n*ggas
lowkey they’re informants
n*ggas wanna beef with my block
cuz with get it in
i ain’t new to this game
little n*gga, i’m a veteran
n*ggas saying live gang
but can’t even pop off
you’re lucky, the ting jammed
or your head would’ve gotten knocked off
[hook: yc]
i’m the same n*gga there’s no old me
better hope you don’t owe me
jail cells couldn’t hold me
fell in love with the hood like 03
i’m too much like a od
too much that’s my ogs
hold up i got og, them ogs thought me og
young n*gga with a big glock
holding 30s, no sick shot
f*ck the b*tch give me sick top
then after that she give me sick drop
get moved around like pattern
lay your brains on splatter
your b*tch might be bad
but my b*tch way badder

- yc lyrics

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