Old Ways

(albüm: Crossed Out - 2020)

I used to want money
But that brought in people who search for the wealth
My friends and my family to, I threw them away and I worked on myself
Like why would I give you a penny if you are not willing to earn it yourself
Man stop with the hate that gossip is fake, you fuckers are hurting yourselves
I don't got no-one in my own lane
Every now and again I'm feeling lonely
This that price that I pay when I rise with the fame
Now they're acting like they know CHVSE
I'ma tell em all no way
Start choking motherfuckers with a gold chain
Cuz how do you claim that you're different yet constantly switching right back to your old ways

Right back to your old ways
No way do I like it but its okay
I been busy dotting I's every morning
Cross T's like a tranny does foreplay
Hate money but the money is important
Got fam but I'm feeling like an orphan
No-one ever understood what I did til the numbers started coming
Now they're hungry for a portion
How the fuck you gonna eat off all of my accomplishments and want more
The way you got my mind running laps killed the confidence now this war
Tell me something that I wanna hear or I'ma stomp your ass into the door
I got zero patience for the fuck shit, my skins dumb thick like my whore
Oh lord, they all want a Rollie just to flex
Uh huh, I got half a milli on my neck
Thats true, label take your money real quick motherfucker not a rich motherfucker but I'm blessed
Uh huh, and I ain't ever try to be the best
No no, I'd rather be myself and nothing less
Thats true, claiming you the goat cuz you're wearing sheep clothes
Got designer cuz the shepherd said to dress haha

I used to want money
But that brought in people who search for the wealth
My friends and my family to, I threw them away and I worked on myself
Like why would I give you a penny if you are not willing to earn it yourself
Man stop with the hate that gossip is fake, you fuckers are hurting yourselves
I don't got no-one in my own lane
Every now and again I'm feeling lonely
This that price that I pay when I rise with the fame
Now they're acting like they know CHVSE
I'ma tell em all no way
Start choking motherfuckers with a gold chain
Cuz how do you claim that you're different yet constantly switching right back to your old ways

New dog got some old tricks
Raise up my hand with a closed fist
Heart full of stone and I don't sell dope that's a cold brick yeah gotta know this
Money is your goal then the coast not clear
Lay you all to rest with some roses
Say you did it better you can hold my beer
I'mma put some chalk where your throne is
Iron in my lungs I can hold still
Charged up T-Mobile with the phone bill
You dirty ass rat you some roadkill
Quentin Miller when you meek you get no deal
I just need firm understanding
Y'all just as fake as the Grammy's
I could be platinum but I have been struggling cause I won't sacrifice family
Y'all just on the coke and the molly all day
But you broke and you prolly on a binge right now
On the coast and you talking bout the bay
But you don't got a friend or a girl in the bed lie down
I'm a ghost in the whip not a Benz right now
King you a pin and I'm bout to strike out
You will flinch when I bend but I'm high up in the clouds
I ain't playing no games and I'm bout to fire rounds

I used to want money
But that brought in people who search for the wealth
My friends and my family to, I threw them away and I worked on myself
Like why would I give you a penny if you are not willing to earn it yourself
Man stop with the hate that gossip is fake, you fuckers are hurting yourselves