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