album cover
Old Me
3,203
Hip-Hop/Rap
Old Me was released on February 18, 2022 by Republic Records as a part of the album Clyde Guevara X DJ Drama ….Gangsta Grillz… 486 Columbia Street
album cover
Release DateFebruary 18, 2022
LabelRepublic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clyde Guevara
Clyde Guevara
Vocals
Gavin Williams
Gavin Williams
Programming
Dave Hamelin
Dave Hamelin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clyde Ellison
Clyde Ellison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Williams
Gavin Williams
Producer
Dave Hamelin
Dave Hamelin
Mixing Engineer, Additional Producer
Mikaelin Bluespruce
Mikaelin Bluespruce
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Gangsta Grillz)
[Verse 2]
Tired of **** actin' like the know me
They gon' turn me back into the old me
Ridin' 'round, packin' with chrome
Shoot a **** in the dome
Shoot a **** dead with the chrome
I even got problems with my homies
Why I been rollin' on my doley
They gon' turn me back into the old me
(Clyde)
They gon' turn me back into the old me
(DJ Drama)
[Verse 3]
They gon' turn me back into the
Robbed him for the platinum with the chrome piece
They gon' turn me back into the old me
To the old me
Got a **** packin' for the
[Verse 4]
Life is amazin', look how we waste it
Countin' the days and thinkin' ways to erase shit
Light the chronic, I'm blazin'
Young **** jaded, constantly faded
Like the pictures he painted in his mind of bein' a ball player
To a young man encouraged to ball and be a player
Standin' by the bodega, iron under my coat
Durag wrappin' my braids up, dare a **** to raise up
Residue on the razor
What if this life a dream and when we die we just wake up?
Fuck you supposed to do when the opps is ya neighbors?
Who you supposed to call when the cops tryna slay us?
Fuck we supposed to teach these lil' ****? We gotta raise up
Especially when ya mother too high for her to raise ya
Or ya pops doin' time caged up
MAC-11 only thing that save ya
Don't give a fuck if you gangsta
Don't give a fuck where you came from, I send you back in a box
Spread love, had the lavender tops
All work, no mail in the box
It's just a stove, three chairs, and scale in the spot
One shell a push this nut **** back in his pops
I used to dream about drops, then my brother got dropped
And then my mother still was livin' on the same fuckin' block
Don't tell me 'bout no fuckin' drama, man, that's all I got
Before I let 'em lay me down, I be sittin' up top with a shank in my cot
[Verse 5]
Tired of **** actin' like the know me
They gon' turn me back into the old me
Ridin' 'round, packin' with chrome
Shoot a **** in the dome
Shoot a **** dead with the chrome
I even got problems with my homies
Why I been rollin' on my doley
They gon' turn me back into the old me
[Verse 6]
Life is amazin', close up the shades and
Roll up the haze and split this money three ways
'Cause it still feel like my **** with us
It been three whole summers, two and a half winters
Different color medals on my **** like Olympic winners
Shit been hot we let the beef simmer
Then rekindle the flame like a Jenner
I remember sleep got knocked
Ridin' with a half a bird in that Rolls-Royce drop
Man, I been turned up ever since, the shit on TV don't exist
But when it's right in front yo face and it ain't fake, you see just what it take
So now I'm on my second trip down to Virginia
'Cause the first one, my cousin asked me if I deliver
Bust it open, see the glitter, I drop fifty in the pot
I got back a double nickel, bullet hole look like a pickle
Dammit, bro, I miss you
I know you dead, homie, but not the issue
I swear I'ma send all them **** with you
Written by: Clyde Ellison
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...