Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oldie, artist - Nate Husser. Album song 6º, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cult Nation
Song language: English
Oldie |
Came robbin gold chains to rockin gold medals |
Derrick rose droppin rose petals |
On these niggas |
Cause they soft, swim in rose petals |
Like bitches |
And when I come thru |
I’m coming like 8 Somalians |
I’m takin all of it |
And save none for the fishes |
I was Rollin with the fishes |
Fishin our, half pounds, quarter pounds |
Dish em out |
How come niggas only y’all about the sht hat they ain’t around |
I done came out from the mud baby I’m stained |
Can u hear me out |
I used to sleep on the floor inside the trap house |
And now it’s all plush |
All blush on my pillows |
Lush from the widows |
Leaving my city just for the better |
If I make it I might not come back ever |
Leaving the shitty energy enemy |
This here for my immediate family |
And my niggas, get it? |
My uncle coppin ‘ a house on a island |
I been, plotting on how I could get an island |
Eyelids closed, eyelids open |
I don’t hope |
I just eat before I pray then I go |
Go get it, fuck a show for the low man |
I’m so thru with it |
Rather cop an O for the fourteen fitty |
Split it with my niggas |
Ridin thru the mother fkn city |
Lookin for the next big lick |
If we could hit it would be splended |
And I’m splitting with my mother fkn Niggas |
Til the end I’m sayin |
Hook x2 |
And I can’t I can’t slow down |
Who gon stop me, this is for the ones that got me |
I make my bed, in my mistakes I lay |
If I should die before I wake I praise |
The lord my soul to take care my Ari |
I wake I pray give thanks for all my things |
Granny always said have patience and faith |
A whole year later I beat the damn case |
Fuck you sign to pigs the rats and snakes |
This for my dogs that’s locked insides the cage |
Have faith have faith have faith have faith |
Remember I couldn’t even catch a break |
End my day with shrimp steak start with pancake |
My momma need a country house and lake |
I need to ball like Crawford Paul and Blake |
I work too hard, my wrist my whole back ache |
Hate nigga can’t keep up not at my rate |
I take a eighth a shroom dilate iris |
Then think in private how I’ll break the silence |
Reflect my life wipe from my eyelids |
Had to grow up like a fon pirate |
Gold in my mouth I’m in eatin my karats |
Piss drunk trippin since young been a tyrant |
Sick tryna spread my virus I got the juice, hope u catch it to |
Popo cudnt catch me I’m a pro fo duckin sirens |
Everyday Live darkest, but my words speak that vibrant sht |
Til I’m vibin on an island wit |
5 a wives child and whips shinin in |
Parkin lot, the bullsht I’ll be far from dawt |
Move like an argonaut, head where astronauts is, with the faith that a pastor |
got |
Biitch |
Hook x2 |
And I can’t I can’t slow down |
Who gon stop me, this is for the ones that got me |