Duke - Old School Pt. 2 lyrics

[Hook] x2 I'm a take them back to old school, no Pro Tools Just soulful with vocals, kicking it with the old dudes [Verse 1] This for everyone that's wishing they could be in my position All it takes is some ambition and little bit of wisdom Don't listen to who isn't on the same style that I'm living Want to walk mile in my shoes, but my size ain't fitting For them, therefore, I ignore them Now my fortress is enormous, and my future is gorgeous Future so bright you'll need darker shades than Morpheus Future so bright like that scholarship from Florida Tried to get the nation on education, it gets frustrating Rather hear about money making or the girl I'm dating My fault that line was groundbreaking and earth quaking Get it? My fault lines having the world shaking Double entendres open they minds up Flow scary like monsters they just imposters Say they real, but they just imitate a rider I ain't messing with their bars like designated drivers I make sure everyone home safe, Grand Slam How I am making hits, because I'm the damn man Want beef? Well, I'm giving them ham, spam Make them remember this like “one time at band camp” Have a slice of American Pie and be humble I sting because when I fly, I be bumble King of the jungle, I walk and trees tumble So much vision, I look and see double But nah, I ain't faded though I'm just trying to make a show, rapping with a crazy flow Been on my grind, your boy ain't never lazy bro And to the haters I say F-M, like radio [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm moving forward with my master plan Mountain cold flow this an avalanche They had their chance All up in my business but they need to bu*t out like sagging pants G strings or thongs, don't be thinking wrong Clock been ticking, I'm about to bring the bomb Mean I'm blowing up on my time I'm type guy to head to booth and just wing a song Wing a song? Now that's a fly track Thought you was fly ‘til you flew by my fly trap Now you're part of my stats no L's besides that All W's hate to trouble you but I'm like that Every opponent gets dismantled apart This a broken bike I don't think they can handle the bars Out of this world I'm on fire like a candle from Mars So you know lights, action and cameras involved And you're bound to see me here recording Kicking it so fly, Air Jordan These rappers fruity, pear, orange Don't mess with me that's a fair warning They gon feel me from Duval to Compton Juba, South Sudan I do this for all them I don't want the nine yards I want all 10 Or else I'm here, bald men No Rogaine all they getting is slow pain No fame, they want beef I'm giving them lo mien Likely to ignite like propane, the flow came dope man So it might leave nose stains like c**aine [Hook]