scarlxrd – Xld Me lyrics

Melrose I spend real stacks
These days I feel blessed fam
Started at sallies on broad street
Now a yam yams chilling fair fax
Talk to me an ill air ya
Hearing my city like wheres that
Most of my fam got locked for violence
Some of my day ones would scare ya
Real life and I’m dreaming
Whiskeys got my mind fuzzy
Niggas changing like seasons
Thats why I’m springing from everybody
You think the summers for everybody
Thats why you niggas should fuck off from me
All of you niggas are carbon copies
I trust the money not anybody
Real life master
Rose like amber
I’m like sway I’ve got no answers
Don’t ask shit I’ve got no manners
I drop bangers
Nail and hammer
Jumping level and upping the standard
I’m a g and it's eazy not random
Got mom mad when I lived in the house hold
Writing on walls like a brain dead vandal
Uh

No more pretending I ended it
Better forget it
Like most of your sentences
Taking heads off
Yes I’m lyrically beheading bitches
I’m switching positions
And burning these bridges
I don’t even need em
Walk the water like jesus air connected not sea sick
Stick to the plan like adhesive

No you don’t know me, it's just me and my homies we don’t like informers
My pockets are chunky and I’m still so hungry I’ve got a disorder
I'm so paranoid about all the stacks that we done racked up in last quarter
Turnt with the squad roll out with 20 new whips got us looking like transformers

So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up
Two g's for my belt nigga doesn’t even keep my pants up
I’m doing me just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer
I do this shit for the vibe
You're not a bad or a gangsta
Always getting what I want
Me and all my day ones
Passing niggas way in front
Second really ain't for us
I do this shit for the vibe
Scarlxrd put me on
Pen to pad connect the dots
Got it all at 21
Deprived and violent
Suffer in silence
This tridents got heads on it
Hey like violet
I'm not 21 pilots
Fuck what people think
I don’t care what people think
Timberlake remove the fakes my rocking body stays nsync
I’m dishing it out like my heads in the sink

So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up
Two g's for my belt nigga doesn’t even keep my pants up
I’m doing me just fine don’t phone me up I won’t answer
I do this shit for the vibe
You're not a bad or a gangsta