Old times

Send the killer's after me I'm dying to see

You bitches gossipping, wishing to be me

Man I am from the ghetto, ghetto is family

When I am on my home, I stop gravity

This is not insanity, this is the pure truth

I wear a crown, and I am royalty, drop the clue Blue!

You bitches getting old, I am old but I am brand new

I am hanging with my crew, they're the real ones

You can't face us, you don't have the guts

 

I miss the street's, I miss the club nights

I miss when we danced all night, I miss the old vibe

I miss the time when we had no type

When we used to stay awake after midnight

I miss the time's when people didn't start silly fights

I miss the time we could dance together, didn't have to pick a side

 

Left or right? Man that's bullshit

When i didn't have to pick a side, when I could just drink

But now every time i want to talk they distorce it

Man I don't want to talk about elections, let me eat my chocolate

Man shut the fuck up

Pizza with ketchup

No I don't do drugs

No I am not nuts

Bitches trying to fit in me every stereotype

I think I can solve it, just pass me a knife

You shouldn't worry bout me, worry about your wife

These bitches can't think, I call them wildlife

Man I just miss the old times