Discover the poetic beauty in ‘OLD STREETS [Remix]’ by 2KBABY. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2KBABY or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah
That’s my brother
So if you crossin’ him you crossin’ me
F*ck all these hoes, please get ’em off of me
We from the gutter
Every night we ate bologna meat
Bitch, watch your tone ’cause ain’t no ho in me
They say I’m greedy
When I be only tryna feed the team
Somebody tell me who been feedin’ me?
No, I ain’t easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain’t the same, I miss the old streets
Man, I miss the old streets
These niggas lame, they gotta show me
They know my name, but they don’t know me
Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
These niggas be so phony, yeah
They wanna be my homie, yeah
But I been grindin’ by my lonely, yeah
Cold winters, cold killers and cold dinners
My granny trippin’, her grandson a dope dealer
My ho trippin’, no pics, it’s just business
Stop bitchin’, get out your feelings, just roll with it
It’s all sickenin’, the bills hittin’, my mom’s missin’
Pops flippin’, the time’s tickin’, the day’s shiftin’
I can’t fix it, move with it, just groove with it
Too smooth with it, I kept prayin’, I’m God’s gifted, yeah
Never change on my brothers, I’m not switchin’
Better not hang with no others, we not with it
All the opps takin’ cover, got caught slippin’
Go spin they block with them cutters, we not missin’
Man, I miss the old streets
These niggas lame, they gotta show me
They know my name, but they don’t know me
Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
These niggas be so phony, yeah
They wanna be my homie, yeah
But I been grindin’ by my lonely, yeah
Practically, I give you my last, ain’t no askin’ me (ain’t no askin’ me)
You just mad I got them gang members in back of me
I lost my dawg and his soul’s still attached to me
Don’t blame my homie for his murder, blame his accuracy
Real killer, I told that bitch that’s the ‘Raq in me
Block bitches settin’ up some rappers and some athletes
I’m takin’ care of lot of lawyer fees, I can’t rap for free
Hit too many bumps inside the road, it feel like acne (let’s get it)
And I can never keep a job ’cause I was big teethin’ (big teethin’)
They caught him lackin’ off a square because his bitch cheatin’ (bitch cheatin’)
I keep the old streets away ’cause they was big leechin’ (big leechin’), yeah
And I miss the old streets
Put a Perc’ inside the lean but that’s the old me (the old me)
You know what happened if you owe me, that’s the old me (that’s the old me)
Don’t DM ’bout no shootin’, nigga show me (show me)
And ain’t no keyboard, they gon’ pull up, that’s the old streets
Man, I miss the old streets
These niggas lame, they gotta show me
They know my name, but they don’t know me
Got all this pain, somebody hold me, yeah
So now I ball like Kobe, yeah
These niggas be so phony, yeah
They wanna be my homie, yeah
But I been grinding by my lonely, yeah