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Old me
Hip-Hop/Rap
Old me was released on December 4, 1924 by LaDon as a part of the album Underground
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Release DateDecember 4, 1924
LabelLaDon
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
noal donnail brown
noal donnail brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

I don't even know me, know me And I don't like the old me, old me
Yeah, you in and talk behind my back But you don't know no better
I ain't got shit to prove But I can show you better
The old me wanna come back But I just gotta do better
My old bitch wanna come back to me But I won't let her
I done upgraded my life I'm tryna reach a new level
We started semi-automatic But them switches shoot better
Brody gamble with his life He crap, he go get a shovel
We done dropped a couple bodies My whole roster got several
Compact guns My **** like automatic switches with a drum
Can't get caught up at that store Posted up without a gun
Hit your block with them bitches It's too late to try to run
I be stress smoking blacks Know it's bad for my lungs
Do whatever for my people Go above and beyond
I was bad as a kid Can't nobody tell me none
I was forced to go and get it Make a million at the slums
I keep breaking rubber bands Paper cuts on my thumb
Ain't worried bout no ops I swear all them **** bummed
We can meet and shoot it out ****, that shit'll be fun
Free DT from out that cell He be home, he had a bun
Tell lajay, get out theses streets You take care of yo son you went and talk behind my back
But you don't know no better
I ain't got shit to prove But I can show you better
The old me wanna come back But I just gotta do better
My old bitch wanna come back to me But I won't let her
I done upgraded my life I'm tryna reach a new level
We started semi-automatic But them switches shoot better
Brody Gamble with his life You crappy, go get a shovel
We done dropped a couple bodies My whole roster got several
Compact guns My **** like automatic switches with a drone
Can't get caught up at that store Posted up without a gun
Hit your block with them bitches It's too late to try to run
You stressin, smokin' blacks Know it's bad for my lungs
Written by: noal donnail brown
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