Lyrics

Address me as Big Homie Bubble navy vest with the mohawk Yea that's the old me We get you stretched for all that tough talk Yea that's the old me Yea that's the old me Green light turn your brains to cream pie Nah uh, that's the old me Sheesh! But I beg you please don't call my bluff Don't get me twisted we still hit you up If you want We can make that call and get you litted up Like a blunt We can make that call and get you litted up Like a blunt Bronx shit run through my veins Man I just can't give it up You could take me out them slums I may end up sticking you up I'm still going through hunger pangs From all that trauma I come from I'm still super paranoid So don't approach me without invitation Unless you're looking for a confrontation And you know we all about that elevation But you don't wanna see this aberration Cuz that's the old me Yea That's the old me Evolve, like Yea It's been a minute Been a minute y'all Look I be in the trenches While y'all observe from a distance Y'all stuck in the past Internal wars of attrition In twenty twenty (Hey!) we got that 20 20 vision Yea, look Friends swapped positions with family it's all different Damn How do I respond to the pressure? I pivot I just let that energy flow No resistance I just focus on my target I can't miss it Y'all just focused all on that chatter and gossiping But could never say it to my face Y'all chicken Look Y'all faker than crooked politicians but I ain't trippin' It's all good we let that Karma getcha Listen It's been a minute Been a minute y'all We back up in the spot We lost a lot gained a lot Just a byproduct of riding that wave That wave of life Like We don't hold no grudges over on this side Nah uh We let that Karma getcha Look Like Evolve Like Like Evolve Like Evolve Like
Writer(s): Moe Isaac Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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