OLD TOWN GIST ft. Jeriq Lyrics

SWEAR

SWEAR

Does it really really make you

Sweat?

SWEAR

SWEAT

TWIRL

Ogbe

It's mr preacher with the rubbers

Iyoo

Pure energy

Energy

Yeah

Talk about a town

That has it all

Old well quench

Stagnated up in riches

Benchbell press

Got me stretching

Lately

Garbage in

Garbage out

Scissor in

Scissors down

Send

Those things I bought

To mc'fucking

Ceasar now

Tellem

Nothing will bring us down

No never

Third rollie this week

Ain't nothing

Eyes won't see

Keep looking nigga

Tell me

Whatchu really plan to see?

1960

My pain

My chain

1960

My pain

My chain

Dem niggas

Think its all gain

Dem niggas

Think it's all gain

Where you get your energy?

2:30

In the early morning

Them niggas snoring

Me and Krispy Krisp

East boy west

In the studio

We burning

SWEAR

SWEAR

Ogbe

Does it really really make you sweat?

Iyoo

SWEAR

SWEAT

TWIRL

All the things I've seen

I am reminiscing

Mm necheta

I am not complete

Somethings I want

Is still missing

Ona ewutem

Confessing my sins

I pray

To be forgiven

Gbayalum

Don't blame me

Blame the hood

For the way

I'm living

Kedu ndi

Batalu ebe a

O' Anyi nwa

Anyi abiago

Always riding

With the gang

You can't

See me riding solo

Life is yolo

Onye obuna

Bia lu uwa

Will still go below

Certificate of grace

Nokwa

Inside my Portfolio

Don't tell me

What to do

Do

My Benjamin's are blue

Blue

I walk

The way I move

When I'm sippin on dirty juice

Juice

I don't mean

To be rude

But fuck the way

We're ruled

Leader's take us for a fool

We need to put them

All in mute

My phone is ringing

Connecting

With my intell

Osina popo ji my gee

Kita ono in the cell

Maka why?

What the fuck

No snitching

In the court

I don't know

Who to trust

So I stack my paper up

Bet she told you

Her best friend is

Stella

Bet she told you

Her mama name is

Ella

Cash cow

I'm alluring

Hope you're not boring?

I layed it up

It churned me up

I dig it up

I suck it up

Stuck in the grind

I had to make it

Outta the sticky mud

Shit bigger than it seems

Pocket seals

Hold my phones

Tight

Them pikky pokers

All know that

Why're you in the trap

Praying to God to give you light?

Young Nigga is you mad?

Or what Uhhh

Young nigga is you mad?

Is you crazy?

Is you mad?

Is you crazy?

Them mischiefs and your votes

They got them

All messed up

For real

For real

It's all pain

Stuck in my sides

That's strong energy

Unleash

Is that payne

Living around?

That's their strategy

Their strategy

Is that the new range rover?

That's your only worry

Preparing for hell

Where you think you at?

Yeah

Young nigga

Keep going

There's light at the end

Just Bought a new benz

There's no road to flex it

Just got a new bag

Ain't nowhere to invest it

I hope

Life don't come fast at you

I hope

That old death dog

Wouldn't bark at you uhh

Run around

Brush it up

Runaway

Duck the feds

Young nigga don hit a leak

This lifestyle crazy

Amid so many fugezi

Yeahh

Yeah

Yeahaah

It's about the old town

It's about the old town

It's about the old town

It's about that old town

It's about that old town

It's supposed to bloom now