I'm Old School

Let us formally introduce ourselves Getting money game The number one co-signer in the game, Don Cannon Extreme customs And our homie Twista Back pop poggle with the man in the hood We reloaded Yes yes, y’all, you don’t stop I’m Twista bitch I’m on some different shit Man west side merciful, call me magnificent I’m back off, my clique strong Lost her iPhone, she’s back to the brick phone Sway troop, joggin’ suit with the dookie roll Coffee cup, countin’ money like I’m Flookie Stokes I’m on the hustle, paper player and daily profits Raccoon rat with the tail, call me Davie Crocket I’m old school, I’m so cool Bring all my fingers, go across all 4 fool Takin’ it back to gold nugget John From a Chevy Malibu to a Cherokee To a ally ah ah ride to west side Never picking up the pace EP I be swag and I fit it to the bass Mad ‘cause in bigamy 8 Couldn’t happen to a rapper so a nigga couldn’t hate I remember when the walls had graffiti on it Took a look at them next summer, now they got GD on ‘em (Yes yes, y’all, you don’t stop) I fuck ‘er first and hustle up and hit the weakest spot (Yes yes, y’all, you don’t stop) Now flip your work and double up and go arrika I get street money money street money money money I’m old school, I’m old school I get rack money money rack money money money I’m old school, I’m old school I’m back on, my money very long Never TD on the 3 inch, thick hair and bone Slang bow, slang dope The way your gang go I’m paid in full bitch, check out my hurricane go Remember when you used to get it for the dirty, for the both? Every rapper in the game or the industry could get over 30 for the show? ‘Cause it was all good when we was on 30’s and vobes None of these niggas out here pay over 30 for those Damn, let’s take it back Who can you tell? Got him Pop blockin’, my true religions look like bail bonds Let’s get back to when you used to get work cheap If you the man, you could still get a third cheap I’m so old school but I smoke dro fool Ain’t no mo, we the realest, logic in pro tubes I’m too old fashion for you to try to play me hater Antenna on the TV, close on the radiator (Yes yes, y’all, you don’t stop) I fuck ‘er first and hustle up and hit the weakest spot (Yes yes, y’all, you don’t stop) Now flip your work and double up and go arrika I get street money money street money money money I’m old school, I’m old school I get rack money money rack money money money I’m old school, I’m old school