My Oldhead

[Hook] My oldhead said he got cocaine, weed, and bundles We just live to die so in between he said hustle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle [Verse 1] And the crazy thing to me, the custys ain't even struggling We call em' functioning fiends, they be maintaining jobs Keep a check every week but that's just to get high So that's a check for you but that's just to survive Yall both gon' do it all again tomorrow just to get by And it's survival of the fittest, we adapt to the sturggle No love for these hoes cuz they'll cheat and then cuddle Niggas in they feelings never feeling no paper And that's just some wise words from my old school playa [Hook] My oldhead said he got cocaine, weed, and bundles We just live to die so in between he said hustle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle [Verse 2] And it's crazy though cuz niggas still snitch on their brothers How you dropping names when you call his mom ya mother? That's another lesson learned now we don't trust motherfuckers So if I'm doing dirt, you know I'm all by my lonely Cuz when shit hit the fan, them niggas really ain't homies They talking shit behind ya back but in ya face, they say brody Naw nigga don't know me, you know about me don't joe me Don't try and friend me or foe me Cuz either way that mean you probably watching me closely Just mind your business, stay focused [Hook] My oldhead said he got cocaine, weed, and bundles We just live to die so in between he said hustle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle My oldhead said he got cocaine, weed, and bundles We just live to die so in between he said hustle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle Niggas making plays broad day fuck a huddle