Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah
Smokin rollin reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up
Break it-break it down, break it down, so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? My sneaker tough
This is for my old head, go on turn your speakers up
Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cope that bathin ape or Jeremy Scott or ten deep
Bottles full of Rosey, ridin in the Benz Jeep
Blowin money fast now, I finna think Im Big Meech!
I met with my old head, we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
I said, Im just on my grind, I come to Houston all the time
He said, Whats been goin down in your New York state of mind
Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin up
Like, how you gon eat when this gig is up?
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I dont give a fuck, roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down south, so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
And my beats bangin, kickin harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin, youll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin youll be straight
Now my old head, old age, bald head, rogaine
Code red codeine, nose red, cocaine
Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein
Gold chains, afros, platforms, soul train
And he told me bout that rappin, trappin in the old days
When Pop, homeboy shock, before that rat, tat-tat-tat-tat nose rings
And Im so high, I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sippin on somethin purpler than soul plane
We sip slow-slow, swing tip foes and chrome wings
Told me I should head home and do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up, thats my old dame
Pick it up, I hit you back miss me and I miss you back
She said harlem miss you too, and they cant wait to get you back
You should come on home, leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just dont come back flossin cause that type of shitll get you clapped
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin youll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin youll be straight
Yeah
Ridin round, comin down with my old head
Junkie up, tryna deuce with my old head
Swing slow, ridin down with my old head
Reppin it, sellin loud with my old head
Ridin down, ridin down with my old head
Tryna deuce, give it up for my old head
Ridin down, ridin round with my old head
With my old head, with my old head
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin youll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin youll be straight