ol thang back

listen

you might learn some

jahlil beats

holla at me

jadakiss where you been

where you at

this rap is wack

i want that old thing back

i want that old thing back

some niggas tell a lot

some niggas sell a lot

some niggas used to be mad nice

then fell a lot

albums still trash i don't care who the hell you got

portraying the role of a g

we can tell you not

sorry to bother you

i'm only doing what a father do

your production is horrible

you'll forever be a nerd

and your metaphors are better off

never being heard

i came in grinding

puff made me shining

put 'em both together

a protege of the 90's

grew up

put that bullshit behind me

started making niggas demises untimely

looking for me

come to the hood you can find me

gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be

38 right in the garbage

where the packs at

m1 right in the trunk

where the jacks at

whoever is in arm length will get backslapped

cause i ain't playing with these rap cats

this is the flow you can't learn

the dutch you can't burn

nigga

i've got stripes you can't earn

method man

where you been where you at

these rap niggas is wack

i want that old thang back

yeah

i want that old thang back

yeah

i want that old thang back

you got the m.e

the m.e. the m.e. the m. m. m. the m.e.t.h.o.d. man

you need a dopefiend track

let me shoot up and lean back

with this needle stuck in my arm

never tuck in my charm

most my team sling crack

if i hit every corner with g packs

might cause the man dc to relapse

i'm a hip hop junkies

who needs rap?

mc's wack

killerbees is back in the booth

mind your beeswax

and fuck a style that you got

we blow a cap at any energizer bunny right where his battery at

look

the bastard child of clarence thomas and reagonomics

on every 1st and 15th make sure you pay me homage

might break a promise but never breaking the code

got the floor safe

coke in the pot

fiend at the stove

meth

rock a w on my clothes

i'm a straight rider

straight to the w with these hoes

i'm straight fire

these motherfuckers is froze

like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose

redman

where you been where you at

these rap niggas is wack

i want that old thang back

i want that old thang back

i want that old thang back

dope boy

i'm like rick james

i got that old thang

i got a gold chain

with gold frames

doc doing the runnerman on soul train

with a chinese girl

the chicken get lo mein

propane for the raw

i put her on the streets

my thoughts

the blue magic put on the beats

game time

doc rocket like dominique

straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef

yeah

kyrie keep the blow smoking

slide in the club

cool like the floor frozen

check out the wild thang got a tone loco

big ass and high heels with the toes open

that's me

90's mc

fuck a grammy awards

underground is tax free

look in the mirror i feel fantastic

the mirror said 'you are

you conceited bastard'

santana

where you been where you

these rap niggas is wack

i want that old thang back

i want that old thang back

tell 'em i want that old thang back

i came to bring the pain

put niggas to shame

simple and plain

they gon' remember my name

and it's all for respect not fame

so don't play with me

you could give 'em rope

they still can't hang with me

pass the baton

they still can't race with me

so far ahead of these niggas they still chasing me

i wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters

nothing cease to amaze you

labels used to care

even though they was raping me

now it's 360 deals

modern day slavery

fuck you

who payin' me

i'm the one recording

we'll sue you for extortion or fame over fortune

the game done changed

the sound done changed

all these niggas sound the same

the word loyalty don't even sound the same

good thing i keep the pound

when it bang it always sound the same

i aim at the game

the real shall remain

neck full of water like i drowned my chain

flier than a nigga jumping out the plane

higher than you niggas

you can find the strain

better than you niggas that's without me saying

treat the money like the work

we don't count

we weigh it

for this amount we aim it

blaze it

flame it

big as a shower head

you don't want me spraying

enough with the mumble jumble

santana back though

can i get a drum roll?

whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto

fiends still say my work taste like gumbo

yeah

bring that old thang back

i was told to whip it up and bring the whole thang back

when i was pumping coke

you was jumping rope

i was runnin' out of bags

you was playing tag

while you was hop scotching

i was drop shopping

at the dealer paying cash for them paper tags

while you was pop locking

i was glock popping

getting to the cash

brown paper bags

blowing money fast and it never last

yeah

they make it fast

barely make it back

haters gonna suffer

i'm okay with that

all this garbage

time to throw away the trash