Side A (Old)

Album: Old (2013)
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  • In the kitchen, oven open for the heat
    Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree
    Wearin' jackets in the house, it's the Michigan way
    Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner
    Dope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin'
    Homie mommy's 50, smokin' and still tricking'
    Still talkin' shit with this Lucy I'm ass lickin'
    See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I ain't trippin'
    Landlord is, the nigga tryna put us out
    Sellin' all the samples, can't afford to give 'em out
    Just copped a half track, see my nigga tryna get it
    Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot
    Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on
    Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore pawn
    Tryna get this shit off, the winter, we snuck in
    Won't live for anything, but might die for nothin'

    They want that old Danny Brown
    To bag up and sell a whole pound
    Might have to go and get my braids back
    Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back

    They want that old Danny Brown
    To bag up and sell a whole pound
    Might have to go and get my braids back
    Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back

    In the Cutty same color as steak sauce
    Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off
    Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs
    Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off
    Balmains fittin' like a nigga went swimmin' in 'em
    I'm waxed and I'm shinin', hardwood floor
    Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw
    Lookin' at the whore like "what you came here for?"
    Linwood nigga, heat on him, no stash box
    Turn a gangbanger's bandana to a rag top
    Old head, dope fiend, cookin' up the yay
    Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers
    Came a long way takin' $3 for a nick'
    Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip
    Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a brick
    Fiends linin' up for a hit of this shit
    (And I reps that shit, right now and forever)
    (And I reps that shit, right now and forever)

    They want that old Danny Brown
    To bag up and sell a whole pound
    Might have to go and get my braids back
    Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back

    They want that old Danny Brown
    To bag up and sell a whole pound
    Might have to go and get my braids back
    Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back Writer/s: DANIEL SEWELL, PAUL WHITE
    Publisher: WARP MUSIC LIMITED
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