When I talk about my old ways Used to be so cold ways Back in the day, had to push them all away All out the window, but thank God, thank God I changed Remember back in 6th grade? Who the first guy you fought? I'd do it with 5-7, I'm pretty sure it got held back Me not quite so much, me had to get stitched up He might've took my lunch, all over the floor with that gut punch When I talk about my old ways Used to be so cold ways Back in the day, had to push them all away All out the window, but thank God, thank God I changed Remember back in 6th grade? Who the first guy you fought? I'd do it with 5-7, I'm pretty sure it got held back Me not quite so much, me had to get stitched up He might've took my lunch, all over the floor with that gut punch Remember back in 8th grade? When the mothafucka wanna talk *** up to my face Put a military with a drum kick in the highlights, spread it across the street Boom blast, let the sound point it at me, cause they wanna end their own world, so I don't make it happen Like shouting from your enemies, cause I don't make it happen So they put down on the school, yeah I make it happen When I talk about my old ways Used to be so vile, but lately I sway I do on a curb stunt, and I won't kick him to the curb in a day And I got friends that will back my place, and I got a lady who chillin' in my place Bump into the bass while she bumpin' that bass, better get stoned cause she needs that pain When I talk about my old ways When I talk about my old ways When I talk about my old ways When I talk about my old ways