Houston Old Head

[Verse 1]
Smokin rolling reefer up,
I adjust the tweakers up
Break it, break it down,
Break it down so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at?
My sneaker tough
This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
Rocky, where you been?
I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
Blowing money fast now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech
I met with my old head we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
I said "I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time"
He said "What's been goin' down in your New York state of mind"
Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin up
Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don't give a fuck,
Roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
And my beats banging kicking harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
[Hook]
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, and money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
[Verse 2]
Now my old head, old age, bald head, rogaine
Code red codeine, nose red cocaine
Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp, lo mein
Gold chains, afros, platforms, soul train
And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days
When pop homeboy Shock before that rat tat tat tat nose rings
And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane
We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes and chrome wings
Told me I should head home and do my own thing
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame
Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back
She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back
You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin cause that type of shit'll get you clapped
[Hook]
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, and money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
Ridin' down comin' down for my old head
Junkied up junkie deice for my old head
Sip slow ridin down for my old head
Wherever niggas holdin down on my old head
Ridin down ridin down on my old head
Junkie Diece give it up for my old head
Ridin down ridin round for my old head
For my old head, for my old head