Ways

I Like to think I changed

Somehow I just always get back to

Right back to my ways

Right back to my ways

The new me is the old me

Im right back in my ways

Right back to my ways

The old me is like the new me

I’m right back to my

Ways

Yea

Same ol rich

back out the Brand new whip

Park in front of the brand new crib

In my shotty a brand new bitch

Yea my budget got a lil bit bigger

Buss down went a lil bit bigger

Rose gold look pink no panther

From the hood with a check no manners

In a wet v neck no panties

I don’t ask if it’s real cause it can’t be

Slick bougie I upped my standards

Same **** on and off camera

Once one always a scammer

2018 moved to Atlanta

2019 had got jammed up

6 years I lost my freedom

Meanwhile she stole my semen

Round the time I had fell out with reason

Half my catalog had got deleted

Jump right back in dropped Ramen

The only thing perfect is time

Only woman I love is my mom

And my sister but that didn’t rhyme damn

And I never forgot about diamond

I went and tatted a diamond

Watch face got lil bit of acne

I hit like 5 different Ashley’s

I been writing perfecting my carry

Up at night when the hours get scary

Never thought I would grow up a rapper

When I moved they had treated me different

When I spit you relate to my pain

Nothing was ever the same

I might go back to my name (Meed)

Wins and losses im rumbling again

Say my name

yea

I Like to think I changed

Somehow I just always get back to

Right back to my ways

Right back to my ways

The new me is the old me

Im right back in my ways

Right back to my ways

The old me is the new me

I’m right back to my

Ways

Yea She Thick like morning grits

My second verse always hit like a morning shift

I don’t know if I changed or I stayed the same

Only mirrors gone show who I’m up against

Type to go gainst whoever the toughest is

I make this shit look easy

Still never learned how to love

But I’m loyal I’m there if you need me

My bm my biggest opp (she opped out)

It’s giving greedy

I’m protecting my wewe

I’ can’t think with my penis

If I’m there I walked in that bitch flooded

My neck get to dancing

Got Chris brown on my wrist

When he move like a Jackson

Is Yall rappin or Yall acting

Cause I can’t even tell it apart now

Sometimes it ain’t even words it’s just be flows that I feel in my heart now

I just get lost in some curves

Trynna be careful where I try to park now

I was alone in the dark

Imma shine by myself when I got all this glass on

I see a spark now

I like to think I changed but I’m back to my ways

This shit is habitual

I mean what I say like it’s literal

I mean what I