Xld Me

[Verse 1] Melrose I spend real stacks These days I feel blessed fam Started at sallies on broad street Now a yam yams chilling fair fax Talk to me an ill air ya Hearing my city like wheres that Most of my fam got locked for violence Some of my day ones would scare ya Real life and I’m dreaming Whiskeys got my mind fuzzy Niggas changing like seasons Thats why I’m springing from everybody You think the summers for everybody Thats why you niggas should fuck off from me All of you niggas are carbon copies I trust the money not anybody Real life master, rose like Amber I’m like sway I’ve got no answers Don’t ask shit I’ve got no manners I drop bangers, nail and hammer Jumping level and upping the standard I’m a g and it's eazy not random Got mom mad when I lived in the house hold Writing on walls like a brain dead vandal No more pretending I ended it Better forget it Like most of your sentences Taking heads off Yes I’m lyrically beheading bitches I’m switching positions And burning these bridges I don’t even need em Walk the water like jesus Air connected not sea sick Stick to the plan like adhesive May you don’t know me, it's just me and my homies we don’t like informers My pockets are chunky and I’m still so hungry I’ve got a disorder I'm so paranoid about all the racks that we done racked up in last quarter Turnt with the squad roll out with 20 new whips got us looking like transformers [Chorus] So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up Two g's for my belt nigga doesn’t even keep my pants up I’m doing just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer I do this shit for the vibe, you're not bad or a gangsta [Verse 2] Always getting what I want Me and all my day ones Passing niggas way in front Second really ain't for us I do this shit for the vibe Scarlxrd put me on Pen to pad connect the dots Got it all at 21 Deprived and violent Suffer in silence This tridents got heads on it Hey like violet I'm not 21 pilots Fuck what people think I don’t care what people think Timberlake remove the fakes my rocking body stays in sync I’m dishing it out like my head's in the sink [Chorus] So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up Two g's for my belt nigga doesn’t even keep my pants up I’m doing me just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer I do this shit for the vibe, you're not bad or a gangsta