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