YGIII
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 1]
They want the old Gleason back, I guess I’ve been rapping too PG
Cos I don’t spill the tea but I still take the piss like a bladder disease (hahah)
My flows are only getting better with time, that’s what I call the vintage rhyme
Vintage flow but it’s way past the 80’s, flow going crazy like a mental asylum
“Lock him up and throw away the key, that’s what he deserves for lying”
That’s what you pricks sound like when you diss my style-ing
Like Kim Kardashian with a 9 inch knife, chasing you down the street cos you stole her wife
It ain’t straight murder, I have to play with it like playing with food with a fork and knife
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 2]
Old Gleason’s dead
Now it’s time to refresh your head
Blood spill outta your nose and it’s red
Cos I uppercut you with my head and
Innovative, so creative
Nowadays I gotta change the flow
Nowadays I gotta change my style
Fuck that, look at my Genius Profile
I’ve been rapping longer than butchers, you hoes wild
My bars kick harder than spice, your shit is mild
Young Gleason 2 and I promise it’s still as vile
Yeah I promise it’s the hardest shit I’ve ever dropped in a while
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Outro]
They want the old Gleason back?
They can check out my WhatsApp
I’ve been doing this shit for years
And I don’t talk anymore smack
But you can still give me a slap
With your parents heart attack
As I smoke the best like it’s crack
I promise I won’t check my back like-
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 1]
They want the old Gleason back, I guess I’ve been rapping too PG
Cos I don’t spill the tea but I still take the piss like a bladder disease (hahah)
My flows are only getting better with time, that’s what I call the vintage rhyme
Vintage flow but it’s way past the 80’s, flow going crazy like a mental asylum
“Lock him up and throw away the key, that’s what he deserves for lying”
That’s what you pricks sound like when you diss my style-ing
Like Kim Kardashian with a 9 inch knife, chasing you down the street cos you stole her wife
It ain’t straight murder, I have to play with it like playing with food with a fork and knife
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 2]
Old Gleason’s dead
Now it’s time to refresh your head
Blood spill outta your nose and it’s red
Cos I uppercut you with my head and
Innovative, so creative
Nowadays I gotta change the flow
Nowadays I gotta change my style
Fuck that, look at my Genius Profile
I’ve been rapping longer than butchers, you hoes wild
My bars kick harder than spice, your shit is mild
Young Gleason 2 and I promise it’s still as vile
Yeah I promise it’s the hardest shit I’ve ever dropped in a while
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Outro]
They want the old Gleason back?
They can check out my WhatsApp
I’ve been doing this shit for years
And I don’t talk anymore smack
But you can still give me a slap
With your parents heart attack
As I smoke the best like it’s crack
I promise I won’t check my back like-