Houston Old Head

A$AP Rocky

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    Smoking rolling 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 10 Deep
    Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
    Blowing 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, we chat for a while
    I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
    He said what's 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 don't 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 banging kicking 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' you'll be straight

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    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 nose rings
    And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings
    And we sipping on something 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 that's 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 can't wait to get you back
    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

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