damn i remember we ain t havin no ice niggas we had no cars no money no nothin look at us now nigga lets take it back to my first gram all i wanted was a oz sent me 3 wit the big motor come through lookin like a whole key i m going back to the old me i m turning back to the old me and if niggas shooters we gonn see yeah i m fuckin wit the work rich niggas doin dirt mollie xans and percs anybody get murked i m turning back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i m rollin round with a firearm pullin up wit a check standing ova this stove hoe everything s on deck i m going back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i m sellin weed with my nieces breaking bricks down to pieces breakin all of my leases blue khakis with the creases arm wrest wit the scales on it weight up i got no bags give me something i can put it on then you gonn put it in yo stash ash tray full of kush roach double cup full of high tech fo real i m high as i can get i m suprised that i ain t dyin yet rubber band on a bank roll old money with a new bitch i m turning back to the old me but i m pullin on that new shit pocket rockets in the club extendos in the parking lot and i m lettin that fire go i dont care if its dark or not shoe box got a hundred in it bring it to ya and come and get it i ain t trippin my young nigga he hoppin out and runnin with it  yeah i m fuckin wit the work rich niggas doin dirt mollie xans and percs anybody get murked i m turning back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i m rollin round with a firearm pullin up wit a check standing ova this stove hoe everything s on deck i m going back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i drinkin straight out the bottle dont give a fuck bout tomorrow done ran out of love ain t got nothing you can borrow i m rollin up out the pound i m takin trips out the town white green and a brown they pullin up for no piss test ain t showing up for no court day catch me and imma flat mine ain t got time for no horse play glass house with the windows up stayin down now niggas up reall niggas can t get enough the keep sayin get em buck i m going back to the old me i m turning back to the old me and if niggas shooters we gonn see yeah i m fuckin wit the work rich niggas doin dirt mollie xans and percs anybody get murked i m turning back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i m rollin round with a firearm pullin up wit a check standing ova this stove hoe everything s on deck i m going back to the old me yeah i m turning back to the old me i m breaking down this whole key i dont know whats happenin i mean niggas is gettin shot again more dope is being sold you know just like the old days i just dont know whats goin on haa haa haa haaa