Yeah, (Yeah) uh, uh-uh, uh-yeah
Alright, 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 mat? My sneakers tough
This is for my old head, gon' turn your speakers up
"Rocky, where you been?", I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape, or Jeremy Scott, or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rosé, ridin' in the Benz jeep
Blowin' money fast, now I'm finna think I'm—, (Big Meech)
I met with my old head, we sat for a while
We rolled a couple Swishers (Swishers), we chat for a while
I said, "I'm just on my grind, I come to Houston all the time" (Hah)
He said, "What's been goin' down in your New York state of mind?" (Hah)
Fine, you ever got days you feel like givin' up? (Givin' up)
Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up? (Gig is up)
When the chips is down (Chips is down), and the jig is up (Jig is up)
But I don't give a fuck, roll another Swisher up (Up)
'Cause I just came here down South, (Ha) so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere, nothin' closer than a townhouse
And my beats bangin', kickin' harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head, and this is what I found out (Yeah, yeah)
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight (Oh, oh)
'Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight (Oh)
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 Pac hung with Shock before that rat-tat-tat-tat, nose rings
And I'm so high, I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sippin' on something purpler than Soul Plane (Soul Plane)
We sip slow, we slow swang (Uh, yeah)
We tip fours, on chrome wings (Chrome wings-uh, alright)
Told me I should head home and do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up, that's my old dame (My old dame)
Pick it up, I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back (Ay)
She said, "Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back (Uh)
You should come on home, leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin', 'cause that type of shit'll get you clapped" (Clapped)
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight, yeah (Oh, oh)
'Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight (Oh)
I'm ridin' down, comin' down for my old head (Yeah, yeah-oh, oh)
Junkied up, chunk the deuce for my old head (Alright-oh, oh, oh)
Sittin' slow, ridin' down with my old head (Yeah-oh, oh)
Bury niggas talkin' down on my old head (Alright, yeah-oh, oh)
Ridin' down, ridin' down with my old head (Yeah-oh, oh)
Chunk the deuce, give it up for my old head (Yeah-oh, oh, oh)
Ridin' down, ridin' 'round with my old head (Alright, alright-oh, oh)
For my old head, for my old head
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight (Oh, oh)
'Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho (Oh, oh)
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes (Oh, oh, oh)
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake (Oh, oh)
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight (Oh)