[Intro]
Ha
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
I feel like Sosa in his prime, like, back in
Around "Faneto" time

[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over
Who them boys over there? I don't know him
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a n***a might just blow him (What?)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over (Go)
Who them boys over there? I don't know him (What?)
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a n***a might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)

[Verse]
The block got hot, fiends got mad (Goddamn)
I catch a kill, hop out, then we kill his ass
These boys keep on tweetin' with they bitch ass
One slug in his head, bet that he crash
I can't lie, oh, I can't lie (I can't evеn lie)
Put some money on your cheesе and your cookie dough
Ayy, ayy, ayy, fell in love with hooker hoes
Bitch, I get money, that ain't shit to let a bitch know
My chain hang, nuts swing, n***a, watch my shit glow
With an assault rifle, bounce out and we cut his throat
I'm like, n***a, cool down with all that hot shit
N***a, who you get them bales from? That is not it
Ayy, twenty thousand, that ain't nothin' to a P
Put this n***a to sleep
R-I-motherfuckin'-P
[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over (Haha)
Who them boys over there? I don't know him (Goddamn, goddamn)
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a n***a might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over
Who them boys over there? I don't know him
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a n***a might just blow him